An Erotic Poem |
A field of wheat is where she lays Her hair golden in the sunshine glare The heat intense in the midst of the rays What lustful delight on these summer days She lifts her petticoat to her waist A pleasure she beholds to herself A women not guilty of being chaste An interval of heated abandonment Hearing a whisper she does not falter The breeze, the wheat or a watcher He watches from a distance this summer tease She is now aware but does not cease Her naked mound exposed to the sun Her hands roam freely as her mind is set free Her fingers part her silken crevice Sliding her longest talon towards the sun This summer tease stirs him from a far His engorged shaft draws tight As she meanders her way around her vulva A sight to be-hold for this watcher The wheat sways in the breeze and her mind is unaware She succumbs to the heat of the summer sun and strips her body bare Closing his windows to the world as she kneads her breasts This summer tease pleasing him so She wraps herself in spasms and shudders Caressing moisture from within His grip firm around his member he releases Simultaneously becoming one Her intimate longing now one of slumber Her body a mirage in the summer sun Opening his windows once again His summer tease is just a dream |