graphicsman1977

I tend to write obscure poetry, and long-winded prose. It's a bad habit I have. Here's one I wrote recently. It's an erotic poem about a fantasy.

Mind Game

in my mind you are perfection,
always beckoning
with a smile-kiss -
a flick-of-the-tongue invitation
to linger
within your tenuous nether,
tenebrous folds of flesh...
pink-pussy-passion-fruit...
the inebriating scent of desire
issuing forth
from passion's glistening fuzz-mound -
a pit in search of a pendulum -
your eyes giggle with glee,
as I wonder aloud
at allthe peduncling we might do.
To be plunged
within the dark recesses of your carnality,
to feel the tepid tug
of lust upon my flesh...
and your sex upon my lips
-Moan-
to want and receive
give and take
ebb and flow
to scream the silent ecstasy
you bring me....
in my mind, is hell's heaven