Zero to Orgasm

Tell me that you

don’t wish to

be touched there;

against all

primal instinct,

I’d expect

that you might

first say no.

But your lips

now betray

such an answer;

they tell me

it’s where

in your dreams

that I go.

So, kiss me deeply

and place my

hand there;

let me know that

the light has

turned green.

I’ll put pleasuring

you to full,

open throttle;

and take you

places that you’ve

not yet seen.

~gj duerrschmidt

For more by this writer:

The Orangenous Zone