Double-Ended Delight

An erotic poem

With a heavy chest, I hold my breath panting deep inside.

She walks towards me in the only suit, God gave her, holding the foot-long device.

Beckoning me to lay down I’m a slave to her and all she asks of me.

Facing me she pulls it deep, deeper than most men have been into her sweet, sweet pussy.

With a wave of a finger, I climb on the other end and feel its fullness.

In unison, we ride, never losing each other’s gaze we both fuck the silicon with all we’ve got.

She reaches down and rubs my clit “Cum for me, doll,” she whispers, as I ride harder with her touch.

Her blue eyes pierce my mind, sending me into the blissful darkness, feeling her eyes on me.

Flushed and satisfied, I watch her now as she touches herself, no shame in her selfish desire for a release.

She writhes around like a caged animal, hungry for her freedom, when the pique comes her head flies backward.

Heels in the sheets, hands in her hair, with a full view of her gorgeousness.

We lay for a while, connected in our bliss, and the double-ended delight.