she squeezes
  my face
with her
   silky  
upper thighs.

locking
  my face into position,
   my arms wrapped
  strongly around her waist....

  i take a deep breath.

gyrating hips,
   panting moans are telling
   no lies.

guiding,
   pressing firm her hands
   to the
back of
    my head.

Please...please!!!!

don't you
stop are
   her heavy breathed cries.

and all
   the while
i'm humming
   the song -
"She's my cherry pie".



'Yours and everyone's concrete-poet'