Detailed Program of Events, Male

Act One:

I want to kiss you ev'rywhere I can,
To kiss your forehead till it's smooth and bare,
Your temples, cheeks, and underneath your chin.
I want to nibble on your perfect ears
And touch my tongue to all their little curls.
I want to kiss your eyelids daintily
So you can barely feel my presence there.
But most of all, I want to kiss your lips.

I want to kiss your mouth so long and deep
That I can feel your heartbeat pounding loud,
And see the flush of love come to your face.
I want to touch our tongues, and thrust mine in
To dance with yours, to act in metaphor
And promise of what follows soon below.

Act Two:

I want to kiss you while I slowly take
Your blouse from you, one button at a time;
To touch your midriff skin when it's exposed,
And run my hands along your back and up
To free the hooks that hold your bra-strap on,
Then bring my palms, slow-circling, back around,
And softly touch my thumbs to the bare sides
Of your white mounds and lift the bra away.

Then I will touch my fingertips to your
Points of bright coral till they stand erect,
And use my tongue upon them till you cry
In passion and you pull my mouth to yours,
To end this act within our play of love
As it began, but deeper in the plot.

Act Three:

I want to peel your skirt back and reveal
Your smooth bare legs, to put a hand upon
One muscled calf and slowly draw it up,
Then down the other one; to feel your soft
Warm flesh, then travel to the softer skin
Between your thighs. And then to grasp the band
Around your waist and pull your panties down,
Revealing softness that is ultimate.

I want to take my hand and open up
The center of your womanhood, then ease
A finger into it, and move about
Then stroke the clitoris and make you dance.
Then I will kiss you there, and have my tongue
Arouse your passion for a deeper probe.

Finale:

I long to feel your body under mine
As I draw up my hips and poise them just
Beyond the entrance to your harbor snug
In which my ship will pass. And at the gate
My shaft forces your soft warm walls apart
And lets me slide on in. I'll hear a gasp
Of pleasure from you, then another one
With each advance until I fill you full.

And then I plan to pause until our need
Becomes too great for us to tolerate
And then I'll move and build your fires until
They meet with mine and cause a holocaust
My hose will spray to quench. And when we slow,
The greatest calm we know will cover us.