As you talk of Pleasure of another Kind,
You let me know whats on your mind.
While Urgently From Behind
I feel the Press of your Firm Flesh
As you Start, I part
to grasp the Haft, of your Slick Shaft
While so slowly you fill me

And from this Tender Stillness,
you begin a Rythimic Dance
As labored Breathing Comes in Pants
'til in the End, I am lent
Your Pleasure Filled
Your Passion spent


*This Poem is from the Collection "POETIC STALKINGS"