It gives me delight doing it in the light
Eyes bright as thoughts excite
Tops off and points exposed
What’s coming next only God knows

But that’s just how I compose.

Pushing down on the sheet
Stuttering speech
Heading between the margins
That’s where it begins
Moving my point between the lines
Getting wet as juices flow

Thoughts engorged.

Deep in focus as I start to stroke
And naked thoughts are invoked
Emotions being evoked,
With desires being provoked
And the tempo builds as I near my climax
But I slow down and say not yet

Relax……
Don’t rush it,
It’s yours take time with it

And I paused to admire it,
This was mine.
With my fingers her form I peruse,
Eyes caressing each line
Getting stimulated as ideas come on the next thing to use
And I start stroking again
You should have seen me,

Salivating,

Panting

Inspired juices started to flow again

Oh shit this is so exciting
As I near the climax,

no,

not again!

I’m not going to rush the end
It’s just that, she’s so accepting
Flowing while I’m stroking
And Still building
With words I try to temper my feelings
Mind speaking
Emotions rushing
This poet was performing
And his climax was mounting
And she was still so simple, yet still wanting
Like the perfect close to the perfect poem
For her G-Spot I was reaching
So I continued stroking
And giving
Seeking the orgasm
my imagination I start probing
Her position was holding

Our coitus seemed unending

It was then my head exploded, mind and body shivers

I ejaculated on the sheet with my signature

Hmm, doing this poem gave rise to so much pleasure