We are all sexual creatures of the night
Occupied by the image of love
Diligently and persistently
Waiting for the penetration to take her
Without interruption
Nothing stops a women
From making love to two men
Or two women
Making love to one man
It is erotic and sensual
Wetness like an ocean mist
From in-between the legs of sensuality
The sexual fever runs high
And out of control
Wanting more and still more
Round breast and erect nipples
Beg to be kissed
By moist lips of desire
Saturated bed sheets
With the warm smell of spermatozoa
Lingers in the air waiting to be drunk
By the thirst of the gods
For it is a sexual adventure into
Pure excitement
Pure pleasure
Pure erotic bliss..
- Ken Riccio original poems ©
