steamy
beads of sweat
between her dusky breasts
little rivers of pleasure
that collect in her navel
and threaten to spill with
each exhalation
distract me long enough
to avoid the
little death
that look in her eye
seen only when
riding me
or on the back of
my motorcycle
reignites my
passion and
all too soon
I die
My Turn
she lies amid a twisted and sweaty sheet a goddess basking in naked glory her silky wetness coats my beard, white and hoary I grin, lay next to her, in mild conceit as her body trembles in final throes of lascivious orgasmic delight low purr from her lips as my passion ignites she gives me the look that I cannot oppose pushes me back, her head between my legs, a playful bite lets me know it's my...