Untitled Love poem

  With my lips so tightly pent,

  Upon the praise of your fecund furrow

  Where I would so gladly burrow,

  And lay within you, gasping, spent.

  Seek I the swelling rose capped mounds,

  That like velvet await a gentle touch,

  And still yet craving a virile clutch,

  Behind which your racing heart sounds.

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  Taste the lips, covered in dew,

  Secrets praised by an intruding tongue,

  A tiny bee there, in its turn stung,

  As I seek tastes forever new.

  At the joining of widespread thighs,

  Gushing as a river's lusty source,

  Whipped to foam in a rapids course,

  The pounding waves bringing such cries.

  Coming to rest, sated, replete,

  Still within your tight fit glove,

  Dare I seek the life complete,

  And whisper to you words of Love?