Breathless and absorbed, am I, tracing the sculpt
with eye, then finger, then tongue.....
thy massive, fertile mounds of possibility
and promise.....
writhing in the primal grip of those imposing,
burly hands and tree trunk arms....
those quivering, bucking brutal legs
thrusting passion and dominance upon me....
your thick-bodied succulents bronzed and
marked like a god, or a king......
so ripe and ripped, rigid and rugged,
tempting every inch and morsel to devour you....
supplying me abundantly with monumental surges,
when your hot skin touches mine, creating spark as if flint
were being stroked with steel.
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