MY PUBIC MOUND

My pubic mound
his hand soon found
when he embraced
me, having chased
me, from behind
as we aligned.
 
He cupped the folds
with tender holds,
rubbing the hair
up-downwards where
the playful rub
stirred my clit stub.
 
And then inside
finger applied
with a tickle,
as my trickle
started to flow
down thighs below.
 
I opened wide,
then two inside
began to play,
strumming away
like a guitar
to my long 'aaaahhhh!'
 
I grew more hot
as my g-spot
he located,
digitated,
My thighs soon clamp
his hand, made damp.
 
I craved for more
within my core,
widening mouth
of my deep south.
He gave me three
fingers in me,
 
 
Now past blushing,
I was gushing
as his palms caught
and did support
as he did raise
me by my thighs
onto his size.