POETIC INTERCOURSE

I had sex with Poetry last night 

In a dim lit setting that was just right 

Perfect, in every way, was her undress 

And beautiful was her bare nakedness 

Tender were her breast that were lustfully sweet 

Warm was her chest, from where I felt her heartbeat 

Erect were her nipples, stiff and stout 

All of which caused my erectile to stand out 

Beckoning was her navel to sensual serenity 

The perfect center piece of her naked body symmetry 

That was located right above the vulva, which was the remedy 

Of calming the urge manifested in my centermost extremity 

Pre-fuck juices giving the head of my dick a sheen 

Secreted upon visual stimulus, she made me cream 

Then penetrating her centermost cavity, her vaginal source 

Such was the start of our poetic intercourse 

Experiencing what I believed to be a sexual renaissance 

With every thrust, bump, and grind, she moved in response 

Delicious was the feel of her feminine rose 

As we fucked, and recited to each other sensual prose 

In comparison to the movement and feel, there was nothing else 

The fuck faces she made alone, was as much of a turn on as the act itself 

Seamlessly choreographed, ... yet unrehearsed 

As I licked her body, she sucked my soul with poetic verse 

With the lights down low, and a dimness to surround me 

She held on, putting her arms and legs around me 

Time passed, we both looked down, to the goings on about 

In her receptacle, I was churning in and out 

To explain the feeling with words,... I’m at a loss 

As we both watched my shaft dip, like a lobster tail dipped in butter sauce 

Tantalizing her with a quiet fury and force Tasty was the feel of our poetic intercourse. I felt a warm wet sensation, as I felt her body rise The feeling of hot, juicy girl cum, flowing between her thighs 

Her fuck face gave way to scrunched brows, and closed eyes 

Holding me tightly, as I thrust and grind, she gave a faint, feminine cry. 

When her grip relaxed, I let up a bit 

She positioned her left hand on her left tit 

And turned on her stomach, spread her legs, and exposed her loot 

Umm,... the sight of her hairy pussy looked like kiwi fruit 

I mounted her ass, with no thoughts of evasion 

Halfway in, her coochie rose to the occasion

In a sexy voice, she said 'don’t move' 

Then she began to do a pelvic rock, hip swivel groove 

I stood still for a moment, but I had to advance 

And join in, in this doggy style, hip dance 

Lovingly riding her booty like a horse 

Gripped by her lyrical grip in this poetic intercourse 

Positioned for continual G-spot stimulation 

She humped up and down, and did hip gyrations 

Holding both her shoulders, all of me, to her I gave 

And rode Poetry like a boat rides and ocean wave 

The way her head was turned, I could see the shedding of a tear 

Already pressed against her, I put a question in her ear 

Never stopping the fuck, and the feeling to entice 

I asked if she was alright, she said 'yeah baby, the feeling is just 

so nice' 

I kissed the side of her face, as I continued to juice her mound 

And make her booty roll up and down 

Of the bed, she let me know that she was loving` the flavor

By making the sounds a pregnant lady makes when she goes into labor 

I sped up the hip movements, as we made the bed wiggle 

Pumping in and out of her, making her as cheeks jiggle 

Joyfully pleasuring her pussy, with no remorse 

Creaming the cream of dreams in this poetic intercourse 

After ejaculating in an intense manner 

And causing Poetry to gush in an erotic clamor 

I held her, the rest of the night, a hold from which we wouldn’t divorce and verbalized verses of rhyme, capping off our poetic intercourse before I Penetrate Your Soul Let Unique Masturbate Your Mind.