Harvest Under An African Moon  (collab. w/Kasupuu)

His chocolate skin shines under an African Moon.  
Briskly, he walks towards me.  
Nature asserts it's territory.  
In his eyes, the moons gaze grows dimmer and dimmer.  
 
Sculpted perfection.  
His chiseled image is far better than  
Liberty's stance against the northeastern skyline  
His lips move towards my seductive stare.  
Deeper than deep inside me, those thoughts  
fill my erotic mind and it's rhythm plays.......  
 
…........ya give me that lovin' feelin  
I need some sexual healin'  
ya give me that lovin' feelin  
I need some sexual healin'...”  
 
Both of us ready to erupt  
A hunger......the urgency of a volcano's lava  
The eclipse of his strong hands  
rip my tiny dress apart.......  
 
......revealing  “Kasupuu's Secret”  
No underwear to be found.  
Our erotic sensations merge into a tight embrace  
My bra snapped............  
......releasing the tension of  “the girls”  
 
This once dry well now threatens to overflow  
It takes only two fingers to tightly barricade  
the flowing waters.  
Me eyes scream unto him..............”have me”  
 
My tiny hands overflow their grip  
with his huge ego.........  
..........it throbs so hard.  
Vibrating and leaking molten lava  
A bright, plasmotic white heat  
 
I fall on all fours upon the wet night soil  
he rubs his hot probing rod against  
my tiny, steaming hole as if to break my seal  
Slowly, my sweetness nodded  
My virginity taken once again.  
 
A smoldering haze of smokey pleasure........  
His huge “dick” fills my my wet void  
Fucking me so hard, my moans  
compete with the nights silence  
His fullness massages every inch of my  
pleasured walls.  
 
I yelp like a hungry bitch in heat  
his hard, maddening strokes steal from me  
my celibacy.  
 
My toes curl tightly against synaptic, electric sensations  
We reach the climax of this erotic, nocturnal symphony  
His fountainhead burst forth into my pussy........  
.....with the potency of a loaded gun.  
His scalding, hot bullets extinguish the languid fires  
deep within my hopeless hole  
 
feeling no shame, I am whole once again  
beneath Africa's moon.  
 
 
 
Author's Note-(Much thanks to a relatively new writer here, Kasupuu for this collaboration.  I must admit, I only contributed about 20 % to this very erotic write.  The creative word imagery is hers.  Very gifted, very creative, very erotic. Enjoy!)