Ripples

This is for Jazzy Goncalves filthy haiku challenge, linked here, in which we are invited to write a haiku celebrating the joy of sex. I love the positivity of Jazzy's challenges, and I appreciate the encouragement to turn our gaze upon the good stuff, give it a bit of space in our thoughts, word it into being more solid, more accessible, more noticed, more witnessed.

So, never one to shy away from a challenge (except if I have too much to do. Or I am tired. Or have a headache. Or a big meeting in the morning) I am rising to the occasion. I present to you here my Filthy Haiku:

The tip, just the tip,

My back arches, my hips curl.

You give me the whole.

Clearly, however, we are not so easily sated. It transpires there is a word count threshold so very distant from this point here. After all, I suppose, half the fun is in the play. So lets go on. Two for the price of one.

My serpentine spine

Ripples my breast, belly, cunt

Across your body.

And I have still not finished, have you? Not even close. Perhaps we should try something else? Maybe a little al fresco in the front garden?

I smile at Mr Quinn.

In the bushes behind me

Your tongue parts my lips.

Do I have the stamina to go all the way? Its been a long day, perhaps I need to inject something energising into this situation. Lets get curious. Do you have any fetishes?

Moist from your soft mouth,

My toes slide along your shaft.

Shower them in love.

Something messier?

Spreading warmth between

My thighs and yours. Groan as I

Let go, completely.

No? Perhaps we'd prefer a different kind of surrender.

Collar me and know

I will do everything, all

My master asks me.

Lets swap places.

On your knees. Now beg.

I strap my power tightly.

You'll come when I say.

That's seven for the price of one. An orgy no less.

To suck that nipple,

Rub along this thigh, wonder

Who just entered me.

I'm only on three hundred and fifty nine words, and I'm trying stuff I've never tried before! I'm not as young as I used to be though, I'm not sure I can keep this up!

Lets snuggle tonight,

Spoon, back to chest, thigh on thigh.

Oh! There's life here yet!

I don't know about you, but all this work can really build up an appetite, and if my blood sugar is low, well, I'm not going to be able to go where I want to go.

Those warm curtains part

Just enough to let my tongue

Lap your elixir.

Right, lets bring this home, its getting late, and we've enjoyed quite the gamut of sexual endeavours. Though while are switching positions like performers in a pornographic tour de force, we must surely visit one last scenario before we reach the denouement?

My plumber's giant

Moustache, quivers as he works.

Spin cycle vibrates.

Ok. We've played our games, we've teased and toyed, is it time to reach the climax?

The hum seeps outwards,

Subsumes me, washed in glory,

Resonates with God.

So, that was great! For me. Um, was it ok for you?

Though I really thought this would just be a quickie, but you kept on asking for more. Sometimes I think having a fixed notion of how its supposed to go can set you up for disappointment you know. Now I have too much to do, and I am too tired and I have a headache. I must bid you good night. Please, close the door as you leave.