This joy called life.

This joy called life.
Many things arise, one I like to emphasize starts with her legs up high.
I can’t resist an ankle to kiss, now I must taste the rest, I must begin my quest.
Maneuvering and kissing side to side, oh what wondrous place I’ve found inside.
I must divide, why not place my face inside.
The texture of my taste buds rise, twirling and turning causing her to tremble in side.
Exploring each drop of life, savor the existence, this passion called life.
She raises and lowers and thrust side to side, I begin to taste her delightful surprise.
The softest flesh ever known to man, I must quench my thirst and venture in side.
Jawing my rhyme this joy called life, she begins to unwind, grinding and screaming oh my.
Each time her creamy button is pressed, I feel the flush upon my chest.
Soon the time will draw near, her orgasm building so near, right here.
Her harsh breath heightens, her body tightens, she bucks and thrusts, the ovaries enlighten.
I’m starved for her, and determined to unleash her love now upon this vest.
With a twist of the nipples I concur, the eruption will occur, I’ve unleashed the explosion she must endure.
She shaking and quivering uncontrollably, I snuggle her close, and pull her tight, as if freezing in the night.
Lay her here at rest, to catch her breath, tonight our hearts unite, in this joy called life.
© by Robert WK Clark