Verandah

A cane divan, verandah cool
Waiting for the moon
Everything still, vine trapped pool
Late tropical afternoon

Glistening beads of sweat on my brow
Trickling towards my eyes
Limply lifting an arm I wipe
Knowing more will arise

Watching their course, erotic thoughts
Tempting me to explore
Sliding palm upon skin, fingers reach in
Quiet sigh from within breathes "More.....

My eyes drift shut, thoughts go within
While fingers explore my folds
Wandering around the wet recesses
Wond'ring what pleasures it holds

Fingertip tracing ridge and furrow
Fields and meadows of my farm.
A sudden spark sends frissons out
Breaking the former calm.

Returning to that secret mound
Back and forth, slickly stroking
Building rhyth, building warm
Swelling hood, blush provoking.

Blending thoughts of male within,
Sheathing, filled and driving deep,
With search for first rung on the ladder
Ascending slowly loath to leap.

Breathing faster, matching hand
Hips a-rocking, fire peaking
Each rung higher, moans escaping
Urgent now and no retreating.

Launched, exploding into showers
Flying free, coursing wide
Shudders wracking, nipples drawn,
Losing senses, electric ride.

Shaking head, hair damply clinging
Smiles of joy, peaceful measure,
Surprising sheen of pooling sweat
Drenched again, this time with pleasure.

Rolling off and to my feet
Padding to the pool
Sliding into liquid folds
Drifting out, arms outstretched, hair floating free, taking in the cool.