FANTASY
At first our lips meet briefly,
Then return to linger,
To touch tongues,
To thrust and intertwine.
Hunger mounts and hands explore
The terrains of mutual delight.
Softly and subtle I explore your pearl mounds,
Tasting each in my hunger until
They mount firm to my tongue.
Your wet womanhood moans and cries.
You seize me and I thrust into your wetness
Again and again,
Deep desire mounting like a volcano
Throbbing, thrusting again and again
Until we scream together in eruption.
Done.
No, not done.
We love you again in our need.
Love until the lover’s sweat embraces us.
A fantasy for me and you,
But only in fantasy was it true.