here comes sex poem

She comes to me, naked


As the day she was born.

No fake parts or implants;

Just her natural curves and

Waves. My wet tongue slides

Against her smooth skin,

Sucking in bits of cocoa along

Its path from the peak to the valley.

Now she strips me bare, and

We stare at our nudity, like

Adam and Eve prior to shame.

No guilty thoughts enter our minds;

What we're doing isn't wrong, it's

Only right. I lay her on the bed

And part her ways, carefully absorbing

The fragrance of her seduction.

My muscle presses against her

Engorged flesh. She allows me

Inside of her lucid cravings with no

Baggage wearing her down,

No deceit covering her flaws,

No pepper spray hidden in her purse.

She comes to me, naked

As the day she was born.

Before she learned of the world

And the calloused hands of love.

Before gravity shifted and pressed

Down heavily upon her -- forcing her

To crawl. She crawled to me, like

A baby, and as I penetrated her mind,

We matured and grew into one being

While practicing mind sex.
By rhyanjames.info