Are you looking for someone perchance?
To
partner in physical love’s erotic dance
It
doesn’t matter to any of us though
If
you just want to go at it with gusto
Maybe
you have a penchant for a tart?
One
of easy virtue but one with a heart
Or
do you hanker more for a nympho
A
raver to satisfy your burning libido
Does
your bent lean towards a temptress
Or
someone you can use as a mattress
No
I think you look for more from your life
You
are looking for a girl to be your wife
The beach was deserted
And
silent
But
for the gentle breaking of the waves
They
were both naked
Her
on her knees looking out to sea
He
knelt behind her in the moonlight
Smelling
her hair before nuzzling her neck
His
hands were on her ample hips
His
nuzzles turned to kisses
As
his fingertips brushed
The
soft flesh of her nakedness
His
hands slid upwards across her silky skin
To
caress the cupolas of her breasts
And
as his fingers teased her swelling mamilla
She
turned her head toward him
And
their mouths met
In
wet hungry consumption
As
passion intensified
He
slid one hand slowly down across her belly
Fingers
dallying briefly
In
the lushness of her bush
Before
finding the moist recess, he sought
Her
fervid response to his fingering
Brought
her to the brink
And
then bending her at the waist
He
quickly pushed her forward
Until
her head touched the sand
This
presented her round buttocks to him
So,
he could see her open lipped pudendum
Glistening
moistly in the moonlight
He
slid his hands up and cupped her
Pendulous
breasts
Caressing
breast and teat
As
he penetrated her heat
Her black silk dress
Fitted
her like a sheath
The
taut lines showed
Her
nakedness beneath
Save
for black-stockings
Gartered
at the thigh
Stimulating
to the loins
And
pleasing to the eye
She
turned every head
With
her glamorous allure
Filled
each one with thoughts
None
of which were pure
When first sweet Sappho
Kissed me, I was shocked
The secret of my sexuality
Was finally unlocked
Sex had always left me cold
With no heat or fire
Now with Sappho’s kiss
I felt the burning desire
This was the first time
I’d felt this way
It never occurred to me
That I might be gay
Her hands fondled me
Inside my open shirt
Then she kissed my breasts
And her hand was up my skirt
My head was swimming
As my nipples felt her lips
Then she pulled my pants down
Over my trembling hips
While she sucked my nipples
And kissed my breasts
I felt the ecstasy
Of Sappho’s pudendal caress
Her dark eyes, sultry and steamy
Flashed
a sideward’s glance
From
beneath the black lace of her Mantilla
He
gave her a browse
A
more appraising look altogether
Her
eyes flashed up again
A
lingering languid glance
Which
spoke of her muliebrity
Not
the putative girl
They
were now the cynosure
Of
each other’s eyes
No
words were spoken
Everything
was intuit
With
amative study
And
libidinous perusal
She
his object of pulchritude
He
her beloved inamorato
Then
they had to separate
And
the spell was broken
Until
next Sunday’s reunion
Down beneath her down
Drawn
by passions scent
Of
receptive loins
I
sourced the open petals
Of
her melliferous flower
And
for my oscular stimulation
Of
the moist blossom
I
was rewarded
With
sapourus delights
Until
my esurience was satisfied
Hey Jude
I
thought you were a prude
Hey
Judith
I
heard them call you prudish
Are
you shy?
Is
that the real reason why?
Hey
Judith
Is
that why they call you prudish?
But
damn
When
you’ve had a babycham
Wow
Jude
You
are no goody two shoes
In
fact Jude
You
are really rather crude
No
prude
That
I am forced to conclude
Jude
I think
That
is why you have a drink
As
a cure
From
being modest and demure
And
Jude
When
you’re in the mood
To
be lewd
You
are exceptionally rude
With
no prudity
In
the manner of your nudity
So
Jude
I
am forced to conclude
That
Judith
Your
prudishness is a myth
