Lucid Sexuality

on the oak bench

in the park in her hometown

she clung to his

solid trunk

tiny flowers adorned

her gently waving hair

in the milky darkness

she ran

her fingers through

his thick amber mane

their lips collided

clumsily at first

before reaching understanding

her tongue slipped between

her lips

barely touching his

they began to unwrap

one another

never unlocking their lips

soft youthfulness

battered flesh

quivering arms

throbbing touches

his mouth warned her

and then he slammed into her

what magic

this wonderful movement

the energy

the bright colored passion

with excitement she grabbed

at his waist and felt

her breasts press against his

stubbly cheeks

the scratchy tickle caused her to

blush

she felt him twitch

her thighs touched his

her beautiful blonde hair hung

long enough to brush

his knees

one long kiss

after another

her white hands gripped at

his copper skin

for several hours

night became morning as

she saddled his member

when he announced his

eruption

she slowly slid her head down

for a good drink

I wrote this poem about my love for foreplay and oral sex . I hope that feeling really shines through. I think that it’s under appreciated by many who perform it. Just remember, the mouth is the window to the heart.