Pornographic Memories
invisibleman
In times of solitude
I often find myself drifting
Into memories so naughty
If burned to DVD would receive an immediate 'X' rating
My mind is flooded with images
Cluttered and overlapping
I see you lying naked on your stomach
I kiss you on the small of your back
Just to watch how you react
Instantly my hand plummets
Into my pants
For your silhouette alone
Puts me in a trance
See at times we pause motion picturesque romance
And skip to the chase
Although foreplay at it's root is sometimes the best branch
It's not in this case
They're more ways
To enter a doorway
Foreplay doesn't have a chance
We have no time to waste
Because my longing to touch you
Is a ticking bomb
Sometimes we have to quicken the pace
So with my hands on your waist
I slowly insert my manhood
Into it's favorite place
Gently ease my weight
Down upon your perched back
Then reach around to play with your clit
Then slowly slide all the way in
Work my hips and grind a lil' bit
You say, "Papi that's that shit!"
I reply, "I know."
The combination of my cock and cockiness
Unlocks the floodgates
And makes way
For the river to flow
I feel your insides flutter
Your vagina walls tremble with bass and treble
You utter lyrics
To this song but you can't help but stutter
As iimmediately after you climax
Indulge my want to taste
And escalate this rendezvous to another level
I flip you over
And begin with one long luscious lick
>From in between your puckered lips
To your pulsating clit
Then back again
Four more extended tongue explorations
Then I switch and begin to flick my tongue quick
You twitch and yell, "OH SHIT!!!
I then begin the strategic tongue kiss
Which I know takes you beyond bliss
You experience multiple internal explosions
While I suck on your clit
Then silence
You take in a long breath and hold it
An eternity later you release a moan so intense
That I'm sure the neighbors suspect domestic violence
But it's the opposite
Actually I'm taking you to your orgasmic highness
And I'm not done yet
I slide your calves over my shoulders
And press your thighs against my chest
I've been so turned on I remained erect
So easily I glide inside
You moan so loud I hope
It's not audible to passerby's
As I begin to clutch your thighs
And bounce my hips with a rapid stroke
In
And out
Up and down
Round and round
Pleasurable sounds resound
My guttural groans
And your sensual sighs
Set the tone
For simultaneous erotic cries
While staring into each other's eyes
Then suddenly I snap back to reality
And I realize
That while lying on my back with a messy hand
Still stroking my penis, still erect
Obviously still feeling the residual effects
Of my pornographic memory
That the only thing that provokes my erection
More than the recollection of your reflection
Is the real thing
Therefore your reactions are more pleasurable to me
Than my own
And just your memory is my most sensitive erogenous zone
Invisible Inc.
6/10/2KP7
1:11 A.M.