Moaning.
Groaning.
Mmming.
Aaaahing.
Filling
the air.
Sliding.
Riding.
Bucking.
As the pair,
slowly
fucking,
show
their love.
Eyes blinking.
Minds linking
a million
erotic thoughts
as they rapidly flow.
God’s name.
Taken in vain.
As he screams
he’s about to blow.
It erupts on demand.
All over his hand.
And as he sits gazing.
He exclaims,
“That was bloody amazing! ”
Wow Dan, I just ran right into this one on my alphabetical journey through your work... I love the rhythm of this one[no pun, honestly], it makes the imagery very visual!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm not sure what to say... Damn that's a good poem! ~Ray