Femme Fornication

The clamor of what They call music
pulsates throughout  this hazy
throng of lecherous people.

Fellas dressed in freshly laundered garb.
Redolence of various cologne intrudes the air.
Fastidious hairdos and freshly cleansed faces.
Most are fetching to the eye,
and yet I've no yearning for Them.

The Dames, oh the Dames.
They clothe in skintight jeans,
abounding with luscious hips and ass.
Diminutive tops,
spilling scrumptious breast.
Close-hugging dresses,
displaying exquisite limbs.
And the aroma, oh the aroma,
dulcet to all senses,
almost mouth watering.
Whether sweet, flowery, fruity or slightly musky
it makes no difference,
they've great abundance in passion.

I spy an overly alluring Dame,
so contented with her amorousness.
She's the one,
I will have her in every way I fancy...
Her attire hugging her flawless physique,
ample breast peak with cleavage.
Her hips so curvy, the brawniest of men
dare not travel upon them.
Her ass lusciously plump,
admired by many hungry eyes.
Her face a creation angels delicately
fluttered about.
Long ringlets of black caress her silky skin.
Yes She is the one.

With no hesitation
I make my move, like a crafty
lioness hunting her prey.
I confab her up away from prying ears,
speaking exquisitely of her beauty.
I know she's game for sapphic copulation.

Off to my nest, where many I've bedded.
Swiftly we undress, admiring one another.
Onto the beckoning throne of lovemaking,
we kiss with heated lechery,
tongues friskily explore each other.
I fondle her supple bosom,
gently caressing her nipples.
We grind our dampness
into one another,
our breast now kiss feverishly.
I trail my tongue down her velvety skin,
lapping and slurping
every precious inch of her bosom,
playing games of nibbles and bites.
Further I go to her swollen
beguiling lips,
I drink from her climax, greedily,
gratifyingly she moans my name…

She is now among the gods,
sipping nectar and dinning on ambrosia.
She is dancing with Eta Car,
basking in its hues of blues, reds, yellow and greens.
She is amid the clouds,
floating with the downy Cumulus towers.



and now she knows I am the one