The Poetry of Sex by Sophie Hannah Read Free Book Online Page B

twirled them about the knob,
    I stroked it from top to bottom. I got on my knees.
    I lowered my head. I opened my mouth for the job.
    But he pushed me gently away. He bent down. He unlaced
    His shoes. He removed his socks. Stood up. Shed
    His pants altogether. Muscles in arms and waist
    Rippled as he whipped his T-shirt over his head.
    I scanned his tan, enjoyed the contrast of brown
    Trunk against white shorts taut around small
    Hips. With a dig and a wriggle he peeled them down.
    I tore off my clothes. He faced me smiling. I saw all.
    The gorgeous organ stood stiffly and straightly out
    With a slight flare upwards. At each beat of his heart it threw
    An odd little nod my way. From the slot of the spout
    Exuded a drop of transparent viscous goo.
    The lair of hair was fair, the grove of a young man,
    A tangle of curls and whorls, luxuriant but couth.
    Except for a spur of golden hairs that fan
    To the neat navel, the rest of the belly was smooth.
    Well hung, slung from the fork of the muscular legs,
    The firm vase of his sperm, like a bulging pear,
    Cradling its handsome glands, two herculean eggs,
    Swung as he came towards me, shameless, bare.
    We aligned mouths. We entwined. All act was clutch,
    All fact contact, the attack and the interlock
    Of tongues, the charms of arms. I shook at the touch
    Of his fresh flesh, I rocked at the shock of his cock.
    Straddling my legs a little I inserted his divine
    Person between and closed on it tight as I could.
    The upright warmth of his belly lay all along mine.
    Nude, glued together for a minute, we stood.
    I stroked the lobes of his ears, the back of his head
    And the broad shoulders. I took bold hold of the compact
    Globes of his bottom. We tottered. He fell on the bed.
    Lips parted, eyes closed, he lay there, ripe for the act.
    Mad to be had, to be felt and smelled. My lips
    Explored the adorable masculine tits. My eyes
    Assessed the chest. I caressed the athletic hips
    And the slim limbs. I approved the grooves of the thighs.
    I hugged, I snuggled into an armpit.
    I sniffed the subtle whiff of its tuft. I lapped up the taste
    Of its hot hollow. My fingers began to drift
    On a trek of inspection, a leisurely tour of the waist.
    Downward in narrowing circles they playfully strayed.
    Encroached on his privates like poachers, approached the prick.
    But teasingly swerved, retreated from meeting. It betrayed
    Its pleading need by a pretty imploring kick.
    ‘Shall I rim you?’ I whispered. He shifted his limbs in assent,
    Turned on his side and opened his legs, let me pass
    To the dark parts behind. I kissed as I went
    The great thick cord that ran back from his balls to his arse.
    Prying the buttocks aside, I nosed my way in
    Down the shaggy slopes. I came to the puckered goal.
    It was quick to my licking. He pressed his crotch to my chin.
    His thighs squirmed as my tongue wormed in his hole.
    His sensations yearned for consummation. He untucked
    His legs and lay panting, hot as a teen-age boy.
    Naked, enlarged, charged, aching to get sucked,
    Clawing the sheet, all his pores open to joy.
    I inspected his erection. I surveyed his parts with a stare
    From scrotum level. Sighting along the underside
    Of his cock, I looked through the forest of pubic hair
    To the range of the chest beyond rising lofty and wide.
    I admired the texture, the delicate wrinkles and the neat
    Sutures of the capacious bag. I adored the grace
    Of the male genitalia. I raised the delicious meat
    Up to my mouth, brought the face of its hard-on to my face.
    Slipping my lips round the Byzantine dome of the head,
    With the tip of my tongue I caressed the sensitive groove.
    He thrilled to the trill. ‘That’s lovely!’ he hoarsely said.
    ‘Go on! Go on!’ Very slowly I started to move.
    Gently, intently, I slid to the massive base
    Of his tower of power, paused there a moment down
    In the warm moist thicket, then began to retrace
    Inch by inch the smooth way to the throbbing crown.
    Indwelling excitements swelled