orange groves

my face
buried deep
in her cleavage
she smells like
baby powder
and orange groves
and for some reason
it makes me think
of the scent
of bacon
frying in the morning
her skin
silky
refreshingly cool
and welcomely warm
at one
and the same time
she takes firm grip
on my erection
guiding me
to her feminine center
she clings to me
as my hips pivot
and our outcries of ecstasy
fill the night