Afternoon Encounter
for Peter

His hand on my breast
a miracle of sensation

a tingling heat
traveling straight
to my womb

the skin on my arms
my legs
ripples with gooseflesh

his fingers gently tugging
my hardening nipple
shoots an electric current

his full beard
tickling my neck
his breath misting
in my ear

a luscious kiss
soft on my shoulder

spreads heat

and fantasies of raw sex

Anticipation

A woman lightly
kisses a man
her tongue thrusts
tasting his mouth

Sucking on his full
bottom lip
gently raking it
with her teeth
drawing him in

Her tongue traces
the inside of his neck

And down
along the pectorals
to the nipple
swirling to get the full flavor
of saltiness

And down
along the belly
dipping into his navel
following the line of
downy hair

To the nest
to where the penis
lies poised and ready

Her wet tongue licks
the hard shaft slowly

Reaching the silken velvet tip
where moisture purls

Waiting to be savored

Homecoming

A breast
falls free
from its binding

The weight
pulling
at the nipples

Taut nipples
seeking
a warm tongue

Finding the wet flesh
burrowing

Lips sucking

The visceral tug
on the womb

The lightning tingle
of a swollen clit