Plump Generosity

The rush of cum
begs to be drawn
your astute recognition
of my famished eyes
regarding you
in my guarded state
knowing I will not push
the safety of our respect
our candid conversations
working the soil
in this garden of temptation
guiding my tip
across the pert nipple
before summoning my length
to the middle
those big breasts
eager to feel the throb
of my charmed condition
my flesh hot
in the recess of
the mountain view
my rising delirium
gliding back and forth
our summer sweat
making it necessary
overwhelmed
the low moan escapes me
as I intently wait
to hear the words.