Foreplay: Fun Poem by Kevin Mireles

Ambrosial oils drip, slippery turns,
on every tight curve
of her succulent silhouette.
Hips press softly against 
my wandering fingertips.
Thigh-high stockings send
sensations of thickness,
invoking a love sickness,
anecdote unknown.

Red Vines licorice wax,
sultry peek-a-boo lace teddy,
tastes like peppermint schnapps.
Wavy auburn curls flow like rivers
down to her dimpled bottom.
Cheeks bounce elatedly,
begging for my eager bigness,
so kindly i oblige.

Slowly bent over a plush acrylic 
and suede, bearskin rug.
Bare skin feels soft
against her buttery nectar.
Her nipples harden,
tantalizing, supple
and ever-so wanting.

So, deeply I push up inside
behind her belly button.
She moans. 'PLEASE...
DON'T STOP
LOVIN ME! '