A Love Scene Poem by Kimani wa Mumbi

I explored her conservative thighs with my whole face
All the time she felt like she would die
That she was a virgin was not a lie
That they didn't do what I was doing you can now guess
They did it the old-fashioned way
Just how the missionary would lay!

And so down there I was, tongue doing what it was made for
And she yelling stop and wondering if it was real.
Yes! It was!
For on my face she came all of a sudden
With orgasms that made my thing say drink!
And drink I did: she was my girl - for certain!

Her thingamajig I did eat, till it stood like the Eiffel Tower in Greece
Or wherever my geography teacher said it is,
Ages ago!
I was preparing her for another coming!
After which I would get into her with my fuming hot thingy!
It did not take me long,
For I did not do it wrong.
So she came again, right into my mouth, love juice they call it!

And my fuming hot thing I did insert
Her face said press any button to start.
I tore at her thingamabobs, erect like the peaks on the Everest
Not that sharp but rather like the Kilimanjaro.
In and out I went
Out and in again.
After half an hour of mad ins and outs
I died in her arms and remained there!