Detailed Program of Events, Female

Act One:
I long to have your kisses on my face,
To feel your lips touch all about my eyes
And bring me mental peace. I want to feel
Your quiet gaze upon me as I rest
Within your arms, and then to feel your lips
Reach out to nuzzle on my earlobes and
Go on to graze my cheeks. I want to feel
You kiss my neck and softly move along

Up to my lips. First just a simple touch,
And then my mouth with opening desire
Will open too and touch my tongue to yours
In our love-play. And as your tongue invades
I feign resistance before letting you
Come deep inside me -- as I will again!

Act Two:
I want to feel your hands remove my blouse
With loving kindness, bit by drawn-out bit
Then cast it off. I want to feel your touch
Upon my stomach as I take the shirt
From off your back, replace it with my hands,
And feel your muscles ripple underneath;
To feel the cool air rush upon my breasts
As they are bared, then heated by your palms.

I want to feel my nipples harden, and
To feel your hands and lips and tongue caress
Them till my passion soars beyond my poor
Capacity for patience and I crush
My bosom to your hairy chest and kiss
Your mouth and try to ground my strong desire.

Act Three:
I like to see the way your trousers bulge,
It makes the way you feel so very plain;
They puff up like a pastry stuffed with cream.
I love that filling! When I take them down
And kiss my way up to your shorts again,
Then press my lips upon the cloth to feel
The bridge that you've erected just for me
To stretch between us soon, my passion grows.

I want to take your manhood in my hand
And feel along its length, then kiss the tip
And slowly draw it in. To wrap my lips
Around the shaft and run my tongue right through
The little cleft until it's plain to me
It's ready for another opening.

Finale:
I want to feel your ram knock at my door,
Then slip on through into my hungry cave.
Your stalactite with blunted end will bring
Me to a deepening desire, and then
Your shaft will drive in more until I feel
The end begin to open up my soul
And tap upon my heart from far below;
My low moans find an echo in your own.

You fill me up with your warm tube of steel;
Your piston drives me hard. I put my hands
Upon your thrusting hips to urge you on.
You speed your strokes, the pressure's greater yet,
And when I scream to celebrate release
You flood my tunnel with your soft warm rain.