Infinite Pleasure

His soft coat warms the flesh that lies beneath thy gallant nest One stroke and his soft muffles erode upon my ear lobes sending electrifying trimmers through our bodies lingering in the moment of our pleasure. As my gentle touches drift down his massiveness two, three, four, five strokes with every touch his thrust gravitate further towards my own nest his name rung out intertwined fingers surrounds the passion of our mouths as sweet kisses brushes ever so blissful and he wishes for the warmth of my own nest nectar of the spring. As I offer my treasures he floats in and out begging for more of my warm nectar the heat and sweat caresses as we lay passionately drowned in hot humid sleep our sun rises and we twine our nest together making stronger our infinite pleasure "For that beautiful poetic pen touched me within" Written: 8/4/2015 Your Favourite Poem From AUGUST 2015 - Poetry Contest