Love Poem
I open my eyes
in a dark room
in the silent forest
surrounding a dark room
I open a consciousness
around my mind in the dark
surrounding the silent forest
open alert eyes watching
the room the consciousness
listening to nothing the mind
still smells your aroused vagina
on my tongue listening alert
erect nipples tactile between
thumbs and fingertips twist
nothing except your moans
coming, my cockhead coming
presses firm to your fanny
silent dark my consciousness
creamy a rush of semen
joy watches listens tastes
smells silent caresses all
aroused, saved for you
for fifty years alert
saved waiting hungry
finally awake.
About the Creator
Roscoe Forthright
Erotic filmmaker and novelist. I use x-rated heterosexual short films as a tool for spiritual enlightenment. Laugh all you want. This actually works for many people. Fucking is universal! And very popular!
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