The romance was immense,
An immense fence
That erected to prevent,
Some kind of masculine vent,
See…
Seldom opened was her thigh
Mended and sealed,
Licked what was wet was dry.
For every time I tried to kiss her.
She opened mouth and stuck tongue out.
But her tongue never quivered or slithered,
Or even dithered and dallied on mine.
My eyes were opened,
My eyes were closed,
My smile was real though though it felt so posed.
“Tut tut tut” her breadth would say,
As if she knew my mind.
Cava later
And one margarita;
With salt all around the rim.
Ice inside.
It made her tongue more alive.
It made her breath more sweet.
It gave a sparkle to her warmth.
I knew she would fit me like a glove,
Or a hush puppy.
Puppy love,
Doggy style.
Give me an inch
I gave you a while.
“Let’s not rush things”
“Let’s take our time”, she said.
As we moved from the sofa
To make her floor our bed.
Sleeping was so far removed from my expectation,
Until she went all “snuggly”.
Cuddle and cozy like a big fluffy posy,
Her tongue was first to sleep.
And then her fingers under my waste.
The rest followed with disgrace and haste.
Our first night was young,
Before a dark black noon,
And we both were dreaming eager,
Perhaps, a little too soon.