tales of the conversion

last night 

entered his waking moment,

burning a new horizon

into sleep ladened

pupils.

arise and grind 

entered his mind

as the caramel coated princess

lay peacefully beside him.

trembling hands 

trace the beckoning call

that screams 

from the outline

of six by six~

supple and firm.

wet and hot,

 peaks of chocolate 

introduce themselves,

seductively,

to red desire

that sucks eagerly,

from vanilla steel,

trying to draw the life essence

which has never been  present.

their job is to please,

tease and squeeze

the arrogance

of pleasure

from loins 

hot and bothered.

silky moans of good morning

escape licked lips

which ooze

with the remnants

of the fifth days booze.

involuntary grinds

beneath sheets of satin

send messages 

to erotic centers

set for action.

she straddles

and situates 

anticipating satisfaction.

they dance  

in yin yang 

cookie dough

delight

as cream filling 

is injected into cream filling.

smiles all around...

round three 

will be one to remember.