A poem for the imaginative mind
An erotic poem written to allow the reader to form his own story.
A poem for the imaginative mind
The musk of men and women in the passionate embrace.
Oh the heat of the loins makes her moan the name.
The clap-clap of his thrusts,the smell of the collective sweat.
As red tongues dance with the dexterity of one so experienced.
In positions that a gymnast would envy as the electric pleasure flows.
Pinned down as the copulation reaches it's climax.
The warm fluid spills filling her with gooey warmth.
A plea for one to stay.
But he's going to the next one.
No need to linger.
Yet he yearns to return.
And quench his true need.