Foreplay: Fun Poem by Kevin Mireles

Ambrosial oil
drips slippery turns
on every tight curve
of her succulent silhouette.

Her hips press softly
against my wandering fingertips.
Thigh-high stockings send
sensations of thickness,
invoking a love sickness.
Anecdote unknown.

Red Vines licorice wraps
around her heart-shaped box.
Sultry peek-a-boo candy
lace teddy tastes
like peppermint schnapps.

Wavy auburn curls
flow like rivers down 
to her dimpled bottom.
Cheeks bounce elatedly,
begging, for my eager bigness,
so kindly i oblige.

Slowly bent over a plush
acrylic and suede,
bearskin rug.
Bare skin feels sweet against
her warm buttery nectar.

Her nipples harden
tantalizing, supple and wanting.
So deeply, I push up
behind her belly button.

She moans. 
PLEASE...DON'T STOP
LOVIN ME!

—Note from Poet: a highly sensual and evocative piece that that evokes a sense of intimacy and desire.