How one loved to go out on safari;
Tents, jungle, the nights vast and starry,
Astride one’s best horse…
Take a woman, of course;
Strange dark flesh, when one takes off her sari!
Tag: flesh
The urgency of desire
He got hard when they kissed and embraced,
Hands in clothes, hot flesh pressed in mad haste,
At her parents’ front door!
She was begging for more;
Not to fuck her would be such a waste!
The flesh and the spirit
Said a pious young Anglican deacon,
“One’s virtue should shine like a beacon!
When tempted, of course,
One may find, with remorse,
Flesh too willing. The spirit may weaken.”
Staple in her navel
She was beautiful, red-cheeked and fresh,
Wearing panties, bra, stockings of mesh;
He imagined what he
Would be doing were she
Not a photo, but there in the flesh!
But the flesh is weak
Though her flesh was hot, still, in her bones,
And despite her involuntary moans,
She still guiltily knew
That a girl shouldn’t do,
What a good girl till marriage postpones.
The sublime and the ridiculous
Like a fantasy, somehow made flesh,
Clad in wisps of lace, satin and mesh
And some wicked high heels,
She giggles and squeals;
He blushes, and hopes his breath’s fresh.