Exploration Of The Hidden Circle Poem by Melissa Hurst

Bent forward and body bare,
I gaze upon his hidden tightness,
Its virginity so beautiful,
Awaiting me to probe and lovingly tear.

I taste the nerves of his circle,
I smell the scent that cleansed his bowel
His low moans travel to ears behind
I reply with words sensual and kind.

My finger seeks and probes his innocence
Wonderful gasping escapes his lips
He caresses my pleasuring hand
Joining me in the rhythm of my finger.

My lips kiss his hand and linger for a moment
The depth I have reached awakens my mind
I have come to know 'Mina's forbidden fruit
O this pleasure exceeds divine!

He turns and opens wide upon his back
Asking me to hover above him
And I stand before his open body
Entering his tight bowel yet again.

My pelvis thrusts against my hand,
I look upon him as he gazes above at me
The closeness of our souls is evident
My left hand caresses his face so brilliant
As his hands travel wildly across my breasts.

Our eyes are opened as we obtain
This carnal knowledge
We are locked within this bonding
This beautiful image below
Reaches continuously for me
As I do for him.

We know nothing else during this lovemaking
His buttocks thrust upon my finger
As it retreats before reentrance
His phallus throbs
And I bend forth to suckle.

He exclaims that he is coming forth
My finger continuously thrusts north
As he bursts and fills my mouth's vacancy
I linger within him briefly
And then leaving his bowel unwillingly
He bids me to come to his side
To settle and let the thrill subside.