My Obscene Ouroboros

Four pretty maids—all in a row.

I put one into the other, making a sensuous, circular bow.

It was a sight to behold, this Ouroboros I had created.

All of their lovely faces buried deep into their partner’s delicate places.

Fingers, lips, tongues and thumbs
Frantically working
To bring the other spurting
Before they, too, inevitably succumb.

Arms and legs writhing, their bodies’ are twitching.

Full of fervent pitching, no slacking in sensual, carnal itching.

Mouthing, teething, less now with fingering—yet it’s all sensual bickering

When tongues and gums coalesce into enthusiastic oral flickering.

Moaning, groaning, all sighing in concert
Erotic harmonies found
Choral testimonies sound
From partaking each partner’s musky, languid dessert.