Procreation

A crimson caress from dew drenched lips, Sweeter I found than nectars' sips. The heave of a bosom, From one in full blossom; Awaiting the moment to become a twosome. A firm cupped palm upon a breast, The ultimate touch for a feminine test. Appeasing that craving, for a hand wandering and lust; Those spasms got calmed at the touch of a bust. A flirting moon swathe in velvety cloud, Got so excited,she wanted to cry out aloud. The wild oats were sowed,in that garden well howed, All in response to whatever she showed. Left to set in a climate so wet, We added to it the cold winters rain; Building once more,a new human chain: With the passage of time a threesome were we, Remembering the day,when we lovingly met. --- Princefreakasso (Artist and Poet)