Buried Treasure

Buried Treasure
by Peter Duncan

Amazing all the buzz about
this simple subject, Sex
In using just the parts I have
it didn’t seem complex

My flaccid skin got hard,
went in my partner’s hole
felt good for sure and made me
want to do it more and so

I thought it was a snap at first,
dropped my load so easily,
liked the feeling that it gave me
but I only thought of me.

Time went by I and realized
there was someone else to please,
and the parts locked in my partner
required more than just one key

Her parts were multifaceted,
no question of this statement.
I had to put my pleasure wand
on long-term spurt abatement

More than sex was on her mind:
the need for sensual joy,
to feel release before I did
which was difficult—Oh boy!

I learned to kiss more than her lips,
those luscious on her mouth,
as indeed I found more succulence
just a little further south

And twixt those lips a button
the switch of sensual treasures
which needs such tender touching
to rouse her tickled pleasures

And then of course, the cuddling,
a female need, ‘tis true
and the tender fondling of her breasts
and her pouting nipples too

And more than that I soon found out,
the act of titillation
which happens when my fingertips
do total exploration

But these results so thrill me
when I hear her cries of joy
I feel like Little Jack Horner
who is such a good little boy

Attending her erogenous zones
brings cries of ecstasy
And I feel like I’m King of the World
and she, my sensuous Queen

Who only after she’s found the joy
of orgasms without measure,
will I bury my probe inside her
and seed her with my pleasure

It’s tried and true this complex act,
now a journey of mutual pleasure
Not just for me, but always for we
uncovering buried treasure