Poem - More of an erotic thought process than a story, really, but I was encouraged to post it. I rephrased it as a poem rather than prose, since it seems to flow better that way.
I want
to thrust a woman up against the wall-
or at least as close as her ass allows, depending on its size.
I want
to lean in
and lock lips,
have our tongues dance.
I want
to lean over,
standing in front of her, pressing
up against her,
my rock hard erection
rubbing against her soft big belly,
to let her know how much I want her,
now,
god,
now---
I want
to slide into her
warm moist space,
waiting between her thick thighs,
I want us
to join as one,
connected at the groin,
a single consciousness
of ecstasy,
I want
to drive her mad
with erotic euphoria,
give her pleasure, release,
as many times as possible,
and
when shes fulfilled
I allow myself a crescendo.
Afterwards
we collapse into each other,
bathed in
sweat and the glorious afterglow
which persists
even after weve faded,
energy spent,
into a
contented
slumber.
I Want
by Blackjack
by Blackjack
I want
to thrust a woman up against the wall-
or at least as close as her ass allows, depending on its size.
I want
to lean in
and lock lips,
have our tongues dance.
I want
to lean over,
standing in front of her, pressing
up against her,
my rock hard erection
rubbing against her soft big belly,
to let her know how much I want her,
now,
god,
now---
I want
to slide into her
warm moist space,
waiting between her thick thighs,
I want us
to join as one,
connected at the groin,
a single consciousness
of ecstasy,
I want
to drive her mad
with erotic euphoria,
give her pleasure, release,
as many times as possible,
and
when shes fulfilled
I allow myself a crescendo.
Afterwards
we collapse into each other,
bathed in
sweat and the glorious afterglow
which persists
even after weve faded,
energy spent,
into a
contented
slumber.
