a poem by David E. Oprava

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Something in her move says she's willing.

Click, pistil aching
reach down deep Georgia
but not touching, yet
spread your legs wide, petal
mmmmmm
If you want me to fuck you, mouth yes
mmmmmm, calla lily
did I say touch your clit?
not yet
not yet
you look lovely
aroused
stamen stiff
sexy
want to touch? nod if so
lick your finger
yessssss
now rub
slowly
mmmmm
want to lick your body
your lips, thighs, toes, horned skull
tongue running you with faraway brushes
slippery fingers paint over such a wet bud
sanding every part of your body
mmmmmm
nibbling
kissing
sucking
tasting
a lens fucking your desert thigh, clit rub
against Stieglitz, wetness, touch, as you rub
kissing your ass, licking your open-sky anus
moaning inside you
hot
thick
wet
as you rub, click.

Something in his elder imagination, wickedly grinning.

© David E. Oprava