Sexual Seasons

Foreplay is but a spring storm in tease
with hints of wetness catching up birds and bees
I know I will reign, I know I’ll get dick
but will I pour, or will he cum quick?

The feel of thrusts is fall at its peak
I’ve let myself go and he’s raking in deep
The mound he is stroking builds high in desire
but will I get soggy or will he light me on fire?

Climax explodes like the fourth of July
Searing hot summer sizzling my thighs
Sweat drips trails from twilight’s shooting star
Bursting in the moment, spewing afar

Resolution tumbles like soft winter flakes
Whispers of tenderness ease legs as they shake
His arms wrap around, warmth snuggling me in
Contentment caressing serenity in season