Wanton Circumstance


Desirous of his body and mind for a while,
I knelt beside him, so inclined, and just began to smile.
His horny mind, so full of lurid fantasy
So unrestrained, his eyes began to slowly undress me.
I saw in his eyes an animalistic lust
Though stirring me thoroughly, my body I did mistrust.
Sensually, that look scorched me without a care.
I thought his carnal knowledge must be more that I could bear.
Lacivious thought took over fervently fast
And heated my blood. Burning caress, he touched me at last,
Unimpeded, soft arousing strokes up one arm.
A bloodthirsty grin, an arousing part of his charm.
Up off of his chair, he�s coming down on the floor
As I tremble with fiery need. I can�t take anymore.
Unbridled passion, earthy, sexual finesse
The tools he used to pull me into this erotic mess,
Thrown to the wind as on my lips I feel his kiss.
Sensually and savagely devouring with bliss
His mouth, as his flickering fingers do explore
Those parts of my body that reach my libidinous core.
An ardent lover, uncivilized and untame,
He savagely and thrillingly shows how to play the game.
With uncontrolled lust and abandon, he devours.
Emotionally turbulent, wildly stormy for hours,
Until the peak nears, stimulatingly intense,
And we crash through the waves, as is with wanton circumstance.

�Kathee Tschudy, October 26, 1999.



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