To Taste

Copyright 2003

"This time," I tell myself aloud,
"I'll do it right."
My unconscious imagination,
Sending flashes of erotic doings
Straight to my conscious thoughts.
Wiping out my flow of words
To the page at hand.

My focus broken, I sigh in frustration.
Will I never be able to concentrate
I think exasperated at myself;
My aimless thoughts.
Images of hands caressing me.
Many hands.
My legs grind together at the thought.

Liquid desire pooling;
Seeping to my southern lips,
Hips moving against my chair
Pressure building.
Pink nipples begging to be touched.
My mouth has gone dry.
No thoughts now, of the task I had begun.

The sweet and tangy sent of 'her',
Drifts to my nostrils;
Making me take a deep and shuddering breath
Trying to steel myself for what is about to happen.
I close my eyes,
Forgetting all around me;
And delve into my fantasy world.

The hands on my breasts
Moving in small circular motions,
'Round and 'round the hard pink bud;
Making me moan in excitement.
The hands on my thighs
Parting my legs,
Exposing my most intimate place;
Sharing her sent with the world.

Other hands tracing designs
Along my hips and sides,
My back and buttocks
Pushing me to lie down,
To allow better access
To my dew covered flower.
Is there any other decision I could make?

Falling onto a blanket of grass
Soft as a cloud
Feminine lips kiss my own;
Her tongue diving into my sweet mouth,
Learning the curve of my bottom lip with her moist tongue.
Masculine lips tickle my stomach,
Tonguing my belly button.

I'm no longer hearing my own moans of passion
But, I can see them in the eyes of the lover between my legs.
His hands grasping and lifting my thighs
His face lowering to my no longer hidden fire;
Clamping onto my hips to hold me steady
His now darting tongue sweeps up the juices there;
A swirling vortex of pleasure forces itself to be known vocally.

No longer can I keep my fingers
From knowing my fantasy lover;
The woman with the wondrous lips.
I lightly skim down her thigh, and then back up to her blonde core
Slipping inside to test her readiness
Her sent now mingling with my own.
Her moistness dripping to my palm.

I hear her moan as I do.
A triumphant smile graces my face.
As the dark haired male caresses her in my line of sight.
My fingers still teasing her blonde molten heat
My features flushed. My rapid moans increasing
As the tan male introduces me to his experience
Flames dance along my spine, my back to arches as the pleasure increases.

All images dance together for sometime
'Till the tan lover enters me in one long slow thrust.
I open my eyes to find the womans legs spread above my face;
My tongue learning her folds.
While the dark lover continues his inspection of her breasts;
And my own.
Moans and cries of pleasure increase in volume.

The dark lover takes my molten woman from me
Sliding himself into her, his face plainly showing his desire.
His eyes rake across my body.
My tan lover, pounds me incessantly
Increasing his pace to match that of the other couple.
Her breasts bouncing to the rhythm;
Mine are also.

All to soon, or maybe hours later,
The men lovers have spurted their finish in my mouth;
Saying sweet and lovely things to my ears.
And for a moment, I believe.
I am sexy.
So is she.
But I must wake.

My panties are soaked.
I race to the bathroom,
To wipe out all evidence of my desires.
And then back to my life;
To a task forgotten.
I wish to cry... It was so beautiful.
I can still taste them all.