New Life

The golden fluids,
flowing down her lower thighs,
taste so warm,
like the sun on a summer day.
The texture of her lips,
so soft,
so wet,
makes me feel like a young boy again.
The curvature of her breasts,
her hips,
like the waves of the great oceans.
The warmth,
of her body,
inside.
As the heat rises,
I reach the apex of enjoyment.
My swarm of seedlings
reaches her inner self,
creating new life.