Contemplation on Anal Sex

Contemplation on Anal Sex

How does one discuss
The extreme pleasure
Of thy thrust into my darkest hole?

How does one discuss the
Molten sweetness
That doth flow
As purple swelled head of cock
Doth start its inquisitive probe
Into the darkened pursed lips of my ass?
One doth not speak of this
Of these shivers of bliss
Of these quivers of ebullience.

Yet – my words do seek to gracefully
Clothe our experience.
To penetrate into dark Erotic Realms.

He touches me with lighted hands
Holy Hands anointed
And with sacred oil wet.

Consecration of mounded cheeks
Kneaded deep
Slickened
Sleek – sleek and silken with oiled touch

Want of woman rises much
Overflowing rim
Look in
Look In - inside me
A chalice
A cup filling up
With Eros juice

Probe now - oh purple nosed swell
To rimming mouth
Wanting to open and swallow
Fullness of shaft
Nose in…

And my clit..
I’ve got my vibrator on it!
My clit captures
My Deepest fascination
8000 beauty sparks
Blast their sweetness forth

This radiant clit doth call from
Vortexed power seat
Molten sweetness from heated probe
Now - orgasm grows
2 rivers merge
Rooted deep
Enraptured currents rumble through
My Subterranean Dark

Your male power
Builds driving molten surge
Of infinite possibility
Upon its cresting wake.

My voice catches hold….
Rises from silence
And sounds forth bold
Driven from subterranean strongholds
Ancient Anima
Rings Forth
Rumbling Voiced
Bassoonic Voice
Rising to trilling oboe
Throated squeals of ecstatic glory

Only the saints know this burning love current
From deep in the ground
That drives this woman into the bliss
Of these primordial
Creation fields
Where destruction
And creation live
Concurrent...

Where worldly pleasure peaks
Into a Unity and elegance
Of molten sunlight raw
That moves like blood
Through my core
Seething its beauty
Revealing its intolerable burden of glory
Casting me into the Awe.
Casting me into the Abyss of Awe.

And what is it that you saw?
As your precious cock
Enters rose budded butt
The lass did squeeze in ecstasy
Her cunt did pump
And throb and squirt
Its wondrous joy juice about…

Did you know of her journey?
As you stroked sentient in and out
As you did slide
Silken oiled hands
Across creamy mound of cheeks
Did you know?
Where you made that woman go?
Did you know?

Carol Anne
Jan 26 - 2003