
Two moons osculating next to one another
Soft to the touch
Pleasing to the eyes
Tempting to the mind...
Two moons osculating next to one another
Round like two mounds
Firm to my fingertips feel
Exhilarating to my mind....
Two moons osculating next to one another
Hiding the entrance to her joy
Hiding the key to her pleasure...
Two moons osculating next to one another
Do I dare touch the softness in between them with my fingertips?
Do I dare taste the moistness that's seeping between them,
Or do I draw my staff and slide it in the softness of its moist wake
Two moons osculating next to each other...
Can I lick and taste the flesh that covers its roundness
Can I sink my teeth deep into its flesh?
Can my lips kiss on its surface lightly?
Two moons osculating next to one another
May I slap its soft surface until its glowing red?
May I tap on its surface with my leather whip?
Two moons osculating next to one another
May I circle the tip of my tongue on the dark hole between them?
May I plunge my staff into its darkness with all my might?
While servicing its darkest hole with pleasure and pain
Two moons osculating next to one another
Can I ride on its surface like a cowboy rides a bucking horse?
Can I rest my masculinity between its folds?
Two moons osculating next to one another
Has my mind pondering, twice fold....