A Night of Fire

A Night of Fire

Edible romance
Gone.
Fire soon dances
In her eyes.

She leaps
Onto me,
Like scissors
Around my hips.

We quickly start
Playing
Tonsil hockey.

Suddenly clothing wildly
Throws itself
Against
The bedroom wall.

"You first."

Back to the bed,
Spread eagle,
A flower,
Salmon lightly swims
Through the air.

My hands begin
Their gentle journey at
Each extremity
Slowly heading
Toward the flower.

My hands
Jiggle, jive, and rest
Softly
On two supple mounds.

A small thunder
Is uttered.

My fingers
Soon head south
Into the valley
Of the black prairie.

Her clit is staring
At me.

Fingers gently
Dance like a bee
On the lips
Of the flower,
Now slick as ice.
…Triple Lutz.

A small thunder
Is uttered.

Her clit is staring
At me,
Waiting impatiently.

Fingers
Plunge into her
Warm pink
Swimming pool.

Surface dives
Many times.

The occasional
Doggy-paddle.

A larger thunder
Is uttered.

Her clit is staring
At me,
Waiting impatiently.

My fingers
Paddle against
The G-spot.

My lips
Begin their venture
Half-thigh
And heads north
Slowly,
Lightly,
Lovingly,
To the flower.

A larger thunder
Is uttered.

Her clit becomes
Blind-folded
And I begin humming.

She does a
Near backbend…

A piercing thunder
Is uttered,
A vase cracks
In the corner,
Hot tsunami wave

…
"My turn."