"Flesh" (poem, MF rom)


Flesh

Pleasures of the flesh
Overwhelm my senses as I undress her,
Button by slow button,
Hands shaking, blood pounding in my head
And lower.

Her mouth finds mine
And I can feel her quick breaths as my hands arrive
At her breasts, cradled lacy but soon unclasped,
Hanging free, heavy warm globes of skin,
Eager for my touch.

Her dress crumples to the floor,
She stands there, arms atop my shoulders,
Panties her only remaining modesty.
Uncertain of my response,
My penis tells her.

Her panties descend,
My hands now free to caress.
She shivers, her eyes closed,
I touch her moist flesh, her warmth, her curves,
She welcomes me.

In bed we meld together
As mouths, as hands and arms and legs
Intertwined, our bodies caressing,
My hardness pressed against her round belly,
Stiff, leaking, desiring.

Eager gasps, silky slick folds
Of her mysteries, beckons me between her legs,
My tongue slashes her open,
Inhaling her honey, her scent, her soul.
I consume her.

Kneeling between her thighs,
My shaft finds her, notches, joins,
My hands wander her impatient flesh,
Learning her breasts and how they fall,
Desiring her belly, her hips, her thighs.

"Ready?" he murmurs,
And wordlessly she guides me
To her portal, her mouth held open,
Expectant, breathing heavy,
Ready.

In, I push in
And find her creamy smooth,
Clutching, embracing,
Her legs wrap high and pull me deeper,
Always deeper, never leaving.

Together we surge,
Rocking pleasure between us.
Mouths joined, her fingertips digging.
I whimper my throbbing pleasure
That I find in her flesh.

Rocking thrusts, aching for more,
Reaching her intimate final home,
Again, and again,
"Take me," she urges, "Fuck me,"
And I will, I do.

Her warm silk calls to me,
Calls for my lust, calls to be mine,
It wells up inside me
And with a gasping sob I stab,
Drive, seek, again, again.

And when I explode
I give her streams of myself,
Spasms of liquid pleasure,
My arms tightly wrapped, wanting her,
Desiring her, desiring her flesh.