What is in a Woman's Mind?

What is in a woman’s mind

That prompts her to extend her hand

To feel the petals of her flower

Releasing wells of lust?



Does her fantasy begin

With visions of the rigid stem

So full of seed which she desires

To fill her vault within?



Could it be the kiss so moist

Which fan the flames of her desire

For lusts intoxicating wine

And quench her thirst awhile?



Surely this scenario

Includes her nipples which are taut

Inviting lovers puckered lips

And teased teeth and tongue



She herself may crave the breast

And knead the heaving fleshy mounds

Of lady partner that she lusts

With wanton dreams of fire



Head of penis in her mouth

May be the unmet taste she craves

Or female counterpart of cock

In vulvar wetness drenched



What an inflamed woman thinks

Is quite rhetorical I think

For the result is still the same

which soon she will repeat



Often, sometimes, will she cum

With jolting spasms, not a few;

The satiation of her itch

defies to be subdued