Orgasm

Back pressed against the tile wall,

legs braced, thighs open to his mouth.  

Air sharply drawn into lungs

then rapidly exhaled.

Sensing the onset of orgasm,

heart rate increasing.

Fingers tightly entwined within his hair

forcing his mouth even harder onto,

forcing his tongue even deeper into

as…

as going with the urge of her hands,

as…

as hot water streams onto her

as hot water streams onto him.

Now…

now the pulsing sweetness.

Pulsing, pulsing!

Wanting more.

Capable of “another,”

wanting the feel of him “there”,

urging him upward,

holding “him”.

Now…

now on tip-toes,

mouth to mouth,

tongue to tongue.

Guiding…

guiding “him”…

“There” now,

deeply there now;

as deeply as the length of him,

as deeply as the upright angle

of two bodies will allow.

Moving within mutual rhythm.

Closely held genitalia moving

in concert within the tight circle.

Pulsing…

“Oh, God!”

Not knowing if the words said,

Not knowing if the words thought.

Pulsing

as…

As feeling the lubricious,

wonderfully warm tightness surround him.

“I love you!”

Mouth to mouth,

“I love you!”

Feeling the lubricious,

wonderfully warm tightness that

encompasses not just his length

and breadth, but his entire physical

and mental being,

being engulfed within the marvelous,

sweet sheath.

“Oh, God!”

Mouth to mouth,

“I love you!”

©July 16, 2011/ Mark M Lichterman