Was it Pure Infatuation?

Was it Pure Infatuation?

Was it pure infatuation that held my inspiration?
Nursing thoughts and feelings into a entranced state
Causing the mind to ask a million naughty questions
Who could I trust, turn to, knowing they could relate

The story I heard on the grammar school playground
Mesmerized and enthralled by the words and my imagination
Puberty raging through a young man's body like a drug
Images of sixty-nine vividly exploding in acute acclimation

New dreams and desires bombarding my mind with compulsion
Every woman and teenage girl the focus of my secret adulation
Wanting and needing to experience their feel, scent, and taste
Praying and wishing for the day of discovery's actualization

A wait worth every frenzied shake with sullied towel or tube sock
As my goddess sat facing me on the bench seat of my old truck
Wearing a yellow cotton sundress covering leopard print panties
I stood outside her open door admiring her beauty and my luck

We kissed and made noises that seemed both silly and adult like
Care free being alone in deserted foothills on a summer afternoon
Exploring each other's body with bold and naughty anticipation
Whispering to her my intentions, she lay back smiling a-swoon

I inhaled her delicious scent through soaked cotton panties
Kissing and sucking deliriously as she moaned and squirmed
Savoring each second of exhilaration, animation, and exaltation
Every imagined dream and fantasy was surpassed and confirmed

A true Sixty-Niner I was destined to embrace the art of cunnilingus
And, through the years my experiences have rewarded me so much
Like snowflakes each woman provides a unique feast of pleasures
Dispensing erotic excitement of scents, tastes and textures, to clutch

An Original Composition by:
Quivering Quill
A Scribbles & Doodles Creation
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