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 candy 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! "