I awaken
Feeling euphoric all over
A warm sensation
Shrouds my body
As my hands seek
The morning's dew
That adorns the petals
Of a newly blossoming bud
My fingers slowly
Arrived at their destination
Feeling and being coated
With heavenly juices
Emitting from the loveliness
Of the rose bud
My morning's blue veiner
Slowly transformed
Into a soul, as hard as a rock
A diamond cutter, I might add.

My whispers of sweet nothings
Awaken her attention
As she gyrates at the gentleness
Of searching finger tips
My lips caress her neck
Slowly traveling south
To soft mounds of bosoms
That tenderly move
Like silent ocean waves
No silicone here my friend
'Tis the real McCoy
Pure passion bursting
At the seams
With anticipation
To assault
My craving wants.

Lips travel further south
Succulent kisses coating
A path, to where heaven
Is the goal
Upon approaching the gate
Trails part
Like an artillery piece
Lips tantalizing
Savoring the dew, on the fern
Gentle hands
Press me deeper from behind
My every gyrating motion
Is met
As hips gyrate in response
Erratic breathing distors
Muffled incoherent pleas, of ecstasy.

Bodies quake
Magma accumulates
To the point of explosion
A body collapse, totally spent
A smile says it all
Without a word said
The hard diamond cutter
Blazes it's way
To the enterance
Of the opened breech
A shell is placed within
Awaiting
The number two gunner
To fire
As he pulls on the lanyard
Leaving in slow motion
The friction
That ultimately triggers
The projectile
Deeper into ifinity.


By: William Bonilla
"D'Artagnan"
09/14/06