Submissions by BlueDogmaPoet

Imagine 1960
as they lounge around in awe
Her tits are almost perfect,
at least the parts they saw.

Collectively they pause to think
as silence fills the air
“Let’s call the color Titty Pink”
He says, pointing to the pair.

One second passes, then they cry-
“it’s brilliant, GENIUS, and none-to-sly!”
“You’ve got the market nailed down tight!”
“We’ll send the specs out straight tonight.”

“What the Hell?” the woman shrieks…
Her hands feel wet, her knees feel weak.
They see her pale, they hear her gasp;
Peter moves to grab...

Corset tight
breathing
labored
anxious tongue in mouth
hands on waist
“Take your clothes off-“
rushed movement
gloved hand
enjoying
inch by inch
stroke by stroke.
Body
lithe
beneath
eyes-dark pools-
head thrown back      
palm upon hip
pulling onto pleasure
rippling between
thighs tight
mound
wet
a slide      of
sublime
pleasurable proportion
becomes
inability
to control
ending in
pulse/rapid/pulse/rapid
breathing
your chest/my chest
quivering flesh
kisses...