25 Jun 00

Curvature

The mound between your thighs

Is large and distinct in its size

It bounces and distracts my eyes

Makes it difficult to concentrate

On your mind

In my thoughts

I wonder if you realize

How long it's been

Since I've had my lips

Around another's glans (flesh)

And with yours so close

How I can imagine the scent

I think you know

For the longer I stare

The more I imagine a

Stirring in there

Working its way erect

Leaving a pre-cum trail

By

Everett E. Phillips, III