Mephex

I'm sitting here, in the bar that's empty, as the days last rays strike my eye.
I hold my nearly empty glass, and run my fingers across the coolness, throat, dry.

Raising it to my lips, I close my eyes and swallow.
I feel what was cool, burn my soul, the flames engulf this hollow.

Licking my lips, the saltiness lingers, bringing me back to that day.
Sunday afternoon it was, so hot, so sticky, we began to play.

I slowly slid the cube of cool, down the middle of your back.
Then rolling you over, oh so gently, I ran it up the insides of your thighs, spreading your lips, just a crack.

Then up your belly, around your breasts, watching your nipples rise.
You breath is coming quickly now, your back arching, you close your eyes.

My tongue is there to lap the drops, of the sweet refreshing water.
All the while the cube dances across your flesh, cooling, though you grow hotter.

I reach in the bowl, and remove one fresh, placing it between my teeth.
I take your knees in my hands, and spread them, resting on my shoulders your soft feet.

The ice meets fire and melts so quickly, I move slower, as I hear you gasp.
I begin to reach back for the bowl, your hands to my head, pulling, hard and fast.

You thrust your hips up and down, lurching, writhing, harder.
My face is wet, your legs are glistening, this could end but I'm going take you farther.

I wrap my hand around your back, and lift you on to me.
You straddle my body, breasts brusing against my face, our bodies shake, full of energy.

Your lips meet mine, it's just so hot, our bodies stick, it's time.
I raise you up, and in one quick thrust, your love consumes mine.

Head thrown back, your chest thrown forward, I'm trying to relax.
For it's so euphroic, mind blowingly tight, if I don't slow down, I'm sure to blast.

I hold you close and stand up straight, impaling you on my shaft.
You scream, my legs are weak, yours around my waist, oh so tightly wrapped.

Your nails dig into my back, and you hungrily bite my neck.
I can feel you shudder, shaking me, my legs are dripping, wet.

All at once you release on to me, giving in, you collapse.
I gently sit back down on the couch, still inside, your eyes sparkle, and I place you on your back.

You giggle in my ear, and push me away, flipping on to hands and knees.
Placing your head on a pillow, you raise your ass, reach out your hand, pulling, while stroking me.

In a moment, I'm inside you, throbbing, it's ecstacy, hearing you moan.
I'm thrusting harder, you push against me, not much more, and I'll explode.

I close my eyes, and grab your body, fucking, oh so hard.
I feel you squeeze, so fucking tight, I know I can't take much more.

I can feel the waves run through my body, combining such raw power.
You can sense my urgency, and turn around, placing me inside your mouth, as I shake and scream, by body shudders.

So here I sit, alone at a bar, a smile across my face.
I have been so lucky, to had that day, and I can still remember the taste.

(First attempt at anything remotely erotic. Be kind.)

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There is seldom an instance of a man guilty of betraying his country, who had not before lost the feeling of moral obligations in his private connections.
-Samuel Adams