Untitled Love poem

With my lips so tightly pent,

Upon the praise of your fecund furrow

Where I would so gladly burrow,

And lay within you, gasping, spent.

Seek I the swelling rose capped mounds,

That like velvet await a gentle touch,

And still yet craving a virile clutch,

Behind which your racing heart sounds.

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Taste the lips, covered in dew,

Secrets praised by an intruding tongue,

A tiny bee there, in its turn stung,

As I seek tastes forever new.

At the joining of widespread thighs,

Gushing as a river's lusty source,

Whipped to foam in a rapids course,

The pounding waves bringing such cries.

Coming to rest, sated, replete,

Still within your tight fit glove,

Dare I seek the life complete,

And whisper to you words of Love?