Empty bottles of tequila, as fallen solidiers; scattered carelessly about.
I can see her form in the heat waves, that rise from the pavement of the parking lot.
It's temperature set to overload, from the mass of writhing bodies
in the parked cars.
Passed them all she walks un-noticed.
She thinks I'm an easy mark.
"If you had the power to make a difference," she asks me, "What
would you do?"
With slow serpertine movements I stand, I sense the surprise behind her mask.
Only a touch of liquor in my smirk as I answer.
"Only what is right."
Her hand brushes against my arm like the first ray of sunlight;
warmth to be seen; and cool to the touch.
"What if I were to tell you to kiss me," she replied.
"Careful," I'm quick to warn her, "I might take you where you stand."
Confident aren't we?" she said as she grabs my hair and pulls me in,
roughly kissing me, then rearing back her hand to slap me.
Plucking her hand out of the air, I kiss the back of her hand and the wrist.
Nipping up her arm to the hollow of her throat, as my arm encircles her waist.
Holding her close,
Tracing the line of her jaw with my lips, I can hear her mumble something...
Maybe my level of intoxication is working her.
Finding her lips conspicously un-occupied, I'm working hard at giving them something to do.
with one unbuttoning her shirt, the other hand is making good friends,
with those cherry sized nipples.
She is mumbling something about my brazen behaviour, and the night is still far away.
Still locked in passionate kiss I carry her to that place,
my place of power.
Our long journey has been slow, deliberate and night has fallen hard by the time we arrive.
A trail of clothes, a testament to our ardous and ardent journey; as
I'm trying to consume this woman, body and soul.
Our breathes are coming quickly and ragged.
Laying her slowly onto the grass, as the steam from our bodies
rising, hisses softly into the darkness.
I pull her into the dominate postion, firmly pushing her down the front
of my sweat soaked body.
Her hands as light as air and as strong as iron clamping onto my manhood and my testicles.
Moving her her lips within a hairsbreadth of my throbbing head, her hot
breath brings me to new heights as I'm anticipatung the searing heat
of the inside of her mouth.
How many eons have passed now as I am just now slipping by her teeth,
her tongue not yet joinded the foray in this encounter.
There it is!!
Truly the most wonderous and beautiful of members at this present.
A quick twisting of her body and she is now straddling me,
her juices running like a river down my parched throat.
My tongue is a wild animal, trapped and conered, fighting for its life.
She is like a wild mare bucking hard to keep frombeing broken, an improbable feat with this rider underneath.
She is cumming in progressive multiples, threatening to drown me as she is slowing coming to a halt.
Gently turning her over I mount her from behind, riding her slowly
into the ecstasy of the dawn.
The sunlight carressing her form, I watch her sleeping;
the picture is a masterpiece.
One not often attained but always appreciated.

Honestly...
It reads like a PentHouse novel, the drunken stupor in overdrive mingled in heat, but will you care to remember her name...? If you should bother to ask. If she should bother to tell you. But that's what gives this piece the PentHouse flair, wrapped in it's ambience of a "I don't care, I just wanna ****" attitude.

Definately a story from a 'man's perspective, and one the caters more to the male primal attitude toward sexual encounters of the bewitched femme fatal.

The 'power' lies in one's fantasies, for only there can one [primal male] remain schouvenistic (need to learn to spell that one if I'm going to use it, again, in the future, lol) with it's counterpart, and still remain on top.

Thanks for the read, hon.
HEAT, hot, burn, ouch!
Scorching for sure.

Aiyana

Aaiyana,


Yes as a matter of fact do remember her name. Granted some of the poem was-,
let's say I took some liberty with the facts and the figures. But her I'll never forget her or that night and she made sure that night would haunt my fantasy life
FOREVER.
Thank you for your comments and complments.
There will be more to come.


Until...

Mind you I was taking the lead for which you held out to me in this write, so going on the storyline, what I know of the male ego, and the PentHouse similarities in this, I hadn't much to go on, in regards to difference in real/fantasy, the sequence smelled of fantasy.... the ultimate.

But wasn't that your point... Lol
Decipher the truths from the untruths, filling in the air.. the aroma of what erotica is all about... the mystery, and not always the straight plunge..?..

Glad you liked my comments, and you are more than welcome.

Aiyana