Flexible
She told me she was flexible,
I didn't believe her,
till she bent her back
and did the splits on me.
She blew me back,
Everything was tight nothing lacked
She rocked in the sack
like a marathon back to back
freaks we were in that rocking bed.
Smoking cigarettes after victory
we decided to go for round two.
We pushed and she pulled, tugged
and slapped,
We loved dirty
and we kissed romantically.
Erotic pleasure
tangled our toes around bed sheets,
hair messy,
bodies sweaty.
Filled with ecstasy
and powerful delight
legs up in the air
clawing at the backs of ******
and moaning of young lovers.
Believe me or not,
but her toes touched her head
and arms wrapped around mine
She shouted and cried out with exclamation
we roared like lions, tigers,
strips and all
we danced together, on floors and on walls
on kitchen and bathroom counters.
Grabbing my hair
and grabbing her thighs
I enjoyed my slice of American Pie.
Clumsiness turned to romantic love
and reality went away
bodies hot
blood flowing,
faces red
and juices flowing,
too much and lay there holding each other
and exhausted.
Copyright © Chris Boskovski | Year Posted 2015
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