Crazy From the Heat

Crazy From the Heat
(A gender twist poem)

Darkness fills the silent room...

The heat of the day...

Persists within the gloom...

I lie above the sheets...

My body covered in a sheen of sweat...

I face the fan...

The breeze does blow...

Across my thighs...

And down below...

The heat has made me moist inside...

And so I seek...

Your manly pride...

But you’re asleep...

How is this so...

With me on fire down below...

I see you body...

Bathed in sweat...

Above the sheets...

You’re soaking wet...

And yet you dream...

It’s clear to me...

For you are hard, a stiffy I see...

And so a quiet as a cat...

I start to hunt...

You make it easy, on your back...

Laying still for my attack...
At first I want a taste of you...

My lips I lick...

And with a grin...

I slowly gently suck you in...

You stir a moment...

I pause and wait...

You settle back...

No more will I hesitate...

I take you deep...

And suck and lick...

Yours is truely a tasty dick...

The taste of you...

And of your skin...

Is known to me...

But now it’s different...

I’m like a theif in the night...

Taking liberty upon your form...

Aroused am I, my wetness flows...

My nipples harden in the breeze...

Although it’s HOT tonight my dear...

Erect my nipples are - appear to freeze...

You moan softly in the dark...

I wonder if...

For me dear heart...

But none the less...

I continue on...

Upon your sack I suck each one...

And nibble my way...

Back to the head...

And swallow you whole...

( and still you sleep, how bizarre...)

Until at last...

Your seed does spew...

Across my breasts...

In a moment I’m covered in you...

You awaken quite wide eyed...

Not sure what has transpired...

You see my necklace...

That you supplied...

Then my giggle...

Shows you my glee...

And you realise...

That you’ve been had...

While you slept...

My hands surround your wilting member...

Thinking soon...

It will rise again...

And probe me deeply...

In all it’s spendor...

But while we wait...

I’ll let you play...

With all my charms

( my breasts do sway...)

I’ll let you taste...

My hidden flavor...

And touch my rose...

For the night is hot...

And I can’t sleep...



Phoebus
©8/14/2002