A golden orb of delight,

Smooth pleasure,

Lodged between her thighs,

Purring like a Mercedes on a sweaty summer night,

Flying like a black panther,

Wet and delicious,

Plunge deeper into the depths of her hidden treasure,

Again and again he purrs,

Wanting only to please her for the stars in the sky,

He thinks,”She’s the nicest person I have ever met.”

Unfolding time into pleasure,

All becomes one and unbelieving,

His mouth drips with her pleasure,

Rapture is released,

Desire lingers,

Like a quiet frustration,

Gently, she strokes in round round circles,

His bald, bald smoothness,

The unanswered question pulls him into her,

As her legs open further into desire,

Driving,

Wanting,

Having,

Taking what is hers,

For the unending moment,

As the universe completes itself,

Once again,

Time will linger,

As tall grass,

Undulating,

In the summer breeze.

Anita Brooks