A Book of Poems

MashMellow

I admit I have lived a lie,
So sweet I have learnt of love,
The love of a lover between sheets,
And a keen loving day and night.

I have known heights of pleasure,
Immeasurable happiness down a valley,
On a guarded plain,
Onto the white split salt rock,
Round and round we go,
Into the world of color.
Up and down we stroke,
Until we're lost in release.

A good worker has his tools,
I'm a bee waiting to sting.
I see exiting water, I taste acid salt,
I hear rapids pant, I taste waterfalls,
Warm, sweet, water,
The cave unfolds,
I enter awhole.

A man has to be gentle,
Chivalrous at the beginning,
Taking his time,
Courting her,
One move, then another,
Showing his strength,
Mellow in warm femininity.

Overcome by it's presence,
The tension builds,
The binds form.
Heat from the chest,
A scratch on the back,
Legs hugging,
Body dropping,
Hands holding,
Hearts beating,
Breaths rushing,
Warmth building,
An epic release.

That was quick!