Her skin rippled bubbly under my hand,
She was panting and I unschooled in such fracas.
She begged.
My face neared her delicate core.
Many soft layers met my mouth.
Her bayou opened unto me.
She squealed.
I wondered why the ecstasy
As I had not yet touched her.
When I did, she erupted,
Curled, her back to the moon
And scraped the plush floor.
My tongue prowled for her.
I tasted salty juices
Alien tastes, better than sea-dust.
My testosterone awoke
And I was alive with needs to conquer.
That I did.
I held her hands rigid behind her
And longed to have a member
So that I could thrust her into twilight.
But failing that,
I licked breast
Until she jerked
Like a mad tiger
After a bullet wound.
But kiss her I could not.
Her mouth closed
And not a wrench around.
The passion was just below,
And so,
Down I went again
And licked her thigh,
Warm, comforting cellulite
Meeting my hands.
And again, a squeal.
Oh lady, careful now,
It will all come in time.
Sonja Broderick
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/first-time/
