The Little Death
The Little Death
By Rick Rucker
I have a need, and so does she,
I love a woman lying next to me,
For her, a man seems to fit the bill,
He can, her Heart fill.
I am glad she finds it so,
When she murmurs, soft and low,
I resolve to take it slow,
This time, some restraint I’ll show!
A full massage, with body oil,
I don’t care if the sheets we’ll soil.
Warming up the oil first,
I’m going to try to slake her thirst!
The oil will overcome Winter’s dryness,
The warmth will do the same to her shyness,
Her neck and shoulders I’ll attack,
Working first from the back.
She is purring like a cat,
I guess that means she likes that!
I will work on every part,
Now, at the level of her Heart.
She is moving in time with my motion,
Her muscles rippling like the Ocean.
Now I work on her middle,
Playing her body like a fiddle.
Instead of working in a line,
With the oil, her feet I shine,
Next, a firm hand on her calves,
I love that she is divided into halves!
Now, working upward from her knees,
Bound determined that I will please,
Rubbing her thighs, in and out,
Now she is moving all about!
Where she was lying flat on the bed,
She has begun to raise her middle part instead.
Many more parts I can see,
To be rubbed thoroughly.
No finer body have I felt,
As I touch her, she does melt.
Cocoa butter, all I smell,
How I’m doing, I can’t tell.
I have lost my hold on reason,
My hands have committed treason,
While I was determined to go slow,
All she says is “Faster! Go!”
Looking very like a cat,
I wonder that she can move like that.
From here, I cannot tell,
We both moved in time, and fell.
On our sides to catch our breath,
Enjoying much the Little Death.
There is surely no more blissful state,
Than to be in Love with your mate!
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