a 'tongue in cheek' poem..enjoy.

oh... how deep the pang of want did beat
in the pit of her stomach, it took a seat
the care of how he pleased her so
new heights, euphoric he knew to show.
to stay in thought and to what passed surrender
in further consuming desires, ones logic tender
her loins fruitful and willing succulent did want
her body vibrating in need with her loins entente.
her hand did creep to find that need
between her thighs that pang to feed
and as her softness she did find
her pelvis, in her palm did grind.
her legs did spread, she arched her back
her hand knew the spot to find, that need to track
delicious be her play her imagination ardent
wave after wave, of pleasure abundant.
and all the time his visage did stay
her mind consumed, the event did play
that image of how he knew to ply from her
the deepest softest... 'pussy' purr.

RB.