This one is only for adults. A lil bit of fantasy for you.

 

 Kruger National Park

 

 

 

She’s lay on the bed

Catching her breath

While sweat forms droplets,

Salt water to keep my sex alive

            And writhing,

                                    I’m jiving

Pharoah Sanders Astral Planes to

Hasten again another orgasm

From her loins,

 

 

            Satin Nights,

            Satin sheets,

            Satin tongues meet

To roam touch tease

And taste then thrusting I feel

The silk swamping glistening,

Moistening and juicing,

     Her breasts slowly moving

Too and fro,

Too and fro,

Too and fro till begging she

            Whispers faster,

Faster you brute, faster;

            “I want all of it”

            “I want all of it”

            “I want all of it!”

 

 

            Rising,

                        Rising,

                                    Rising,

I’m keeping gated mine own

Sexual essence,

                        She moans groans

And timing my own expression of

Love lust and laughter my seed is sown,

My joy entering her womb for

            Anika to be born………

 

 

………she is conceived!

 

 

            I lay on top of her as she smiles,

Her black skin shining while inside me

            A thousand dreams of happiness

Are told, my erectile begins again to grow,

And slowly like machine that takes time

To find the pulse,

                        I’m racing on her heartbeat,

Rhythm like a djembe gathering speed

And pitch that banishes control,

I’m throbbing hard again,

Taking her with talent nature

Couldn’t tame,

I’m rising and I’m solid,

Entering deep her labia,

Teasing tastefully her rose,

And though a seasoning of

Pleasured tears joins a union of

Our souls,

            I’m filled with Africa

And animal, as Kruger

Screams the mating calls.

 

 

            Again, and again, and again

I take her ten feet tall,

Till exhaustion doesn’t care

If tethered,

            I untie her from the bed,

            Release her wrists and ankles

That kept her bound and taking all

The toys that paddled on her arse,

            I observe the singing in her eyes

            While she rubs the stinging from

            Her bum,

                        And though she cannot move

Her limbs whilst lay in passive state,

She asks I take her cherry,

Her virginal her anus that receives

All attentive thought,

            And once again,

            The rope is taught,

And I’m throwing out the lame

And favouring the animal that

Becomes the two of us as lovingly

We fuck.

 

 

Michael J Waite 5^th December 2009. 0114hrs