Like God's fond Angel
in heat, she reaches climax
as warm waves of both
pleasure and pain erupt and
travel outward from the blood-
flushed epicenter
of her young and tender sex;
transported to hea-
ven, she yelps, writhes, squirms and gasps
for breath with ev'ry intense
crest of ecstasy;
with one hand vigorously
stroking her Flower
and the other softly ca-
ressing the erect nipples
of her nubile breasts,
she moans, “O...M...F...God—yes!,”
to Him the Divine:—
(and to think) all this rapture
without so much as a man!
- Author: The Swarthy Bard (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 23rd, 2019 03:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Inspired by and dedicated to fellow poet Tanya Rakh.
- Category: Erotic
- Views: 14
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