Sabrosa

Gliding, unexpected, she came to his little world.
Her tender lack of presumption tore open edges, peeking.
Mmmmmmm......., Sabrosa.....

Her hands pushed the words that urged the blood
but she did not know her powerful simplicity overwhelms.
The dearth of guile her signal... unaware, yet insistent.

The talk of tongue dancing in tender folds,
teasing... tasting... touching....
Images of a forest, the deep cries of passion's fire alive,
the moan of orgasmic explosion rushing, blushhhhhhhh.
Ooooohhhhhh.... AAAAAAHHHHHHH.......
Mmmmm...., Sabrosa.

The beauty of surprise brings her near.
In the rain, she brings warmth, energy, fire, flame.
The blaze of wondering takes all together, passion's now.
Her eyes now open allowing visage unsheathed;
He is drawn, driven, grasping, gasping ...
Pleasure intertwines them in that first touch.
Her allure intoxicates, he is penetrated ... deeply.

Sabrosa, mmmm, que rica es ella.
Los ojos, la voz ... el no puede salir. No quiere salir.
Le conoce a la mujer Sabrosa, la deliciosa.

Stolen moment driven in pressed flesh.
Her naked form calls from deep ... to deep,
and they see the unknown known: different, but realized.
Their heat rises as pleasures new arrive, peak, rest.
She is Sabrosa, and he knows full well:
his life is inherently changed; he cannot "forget"
for they know the moment of merge.
They ARE.

They live the pulsating, the throbbing of tissues' scream.
Deep center, his essence thrusts outward,
meeting eager anticipation acting in concert.
He knows the release, the explosion of heady endorphins,
and her smile draws yet more of his heart to hers.

They are friends, lovers, discoverers begging new vistas;
they hold the immediate forever between them --
a poignant powerful petal, riding the rush of timelessness
in a knowing limitation of time and place.
And someday, he will weep the pleasant past,
Joyously broken to see her fly in unfettered fulfillment.

But now, he knows. And he smiles.
Her tender folds beckon the dance begin.
Mmmmm...., Sabrosa.