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FRUITION
Last night you made my daydreams come to fruition
By addressing one of the basest imperatives of the human condition
By granting my insert access to your feminine receptacle
And enjoy the pleasures of an experience, impeccable
Pushing past an entrance of labial tightness going in to my limits
To take my place in your uterine abode with no counterfeit-intentions, or gimmicks
To rub against a knotty nerve center and a clitoral switch
Known as your G-spot and clitoris, and did so without a hitch
In the truest sense and definition of the F-word we were one and the same
Coupled in a coital engagement, we ****** each other with no semblance shame
And did so until satisfied … we both came
As we stoked the desire that burned hot like a flame
You made me feel welcomed in your posh cuntal enclosure
That was set and sedative - accommodating was your warm frontal exposure
With a complementary asylum made for one of an X-Y chromosome
The hospitality of your ***** made my dick feel right at home
Last night, you made my wildest fantasies come to fruition
By accommodating me in a myriad of variable positions
Not caught up in a paradox of ambiguity or dilemmas
But caught up in manipulating your legs like rabbit ear antennas
Opened wide, like your mouth for an open mouth kiss
Your legs opened up to me as I took part in copulatory bliss
As I worked your miss with my mister, putting away your doubts of risk
At times churning your vulvar regions … other times stirring it like an egg with a whisk
There were moments where I held back like that waters behind a levy
And other times when I pushed into your ***** when the action got hot and heavy
Whispering in your ear “give me that ***** baby”, feeling the tightening of your calves
And you responded, giving me all that you had and a little extra you didn’t have
Clutching a maximal part of your gluteus-maximus as I pumped like a piston
******* you like yours was the last ***** on the planet – with a mission
Doing so until I heard a change in your tone and felt your body quiver
I ‘nutted intensely as you did so immensely, we both stood to deliver
Last night, you made my fore and after thoughts come to fruition
By anticipating my desire for you as read by your intuition
As if you had pre-cognition and read the pages of my mind
You were what I needed you to be as I loved you from the front and behind
It’s almost as if there was a certain place in thought that you found me
As I moved into you and your legs wrapped around me
We danced a naked tango as our hips fueld a sexual voration
Until we excited our ‘his’ and ‘hers’ to an orgasmic pulsation
And as you turned, showing me your behind to further meet my need
You spread those beautiful *** cheeks exposing your slit mango seed
As I inserted the object of my virility in to the object of your fertility
Coupling, stirring up a motion that would realize another orgasmic possibility
As you granted me the privilege of ******* you *** up and face down
I saw on your face an ecstatic grimace and a euphoric frown
As your ***** said thank you by watering our points of contact
Throbbing and wetting us both, consummating or salacious compact
Last night, you made my aspirations come to fruition
As time and again our love making was in a state of transition
As we moved from one activity to another, keeping the action from going stale
And repeatedly bringing you to a state of orgasm … without fail
There were times when I kissed the lips that lied below your navel
Having a cunnilingual conversation with a ***** that was willing and able
Availing myself of a glandular buffet to lick, sample and taste
And I sensed your approval by the fact that you were grinding on my face
I moved up your body as your moans said “Be my guest”
Along the way, planting kisses from your belly button to your chest
Stopping along the way to take suck on the nipples of your breast
And when I got to eye level, I put my ‘promise’ into your feminine best
We slid in and on each other just like a lock and key
As we moved in and into one another – me into you and you in to me
Excited with every thrust … we mated like mad
Delighted with a must as you ****** me back with everything you had
Last night, you made my longings come to fruition
As you allowed me to release pent up tension and unspent ammunition
As you released your liquid libination during our rodeo-like ‘ride-though’
And I released my latent love lotion inside you
I exorcised the yearning of my loins on the altar of your genatalia
The temple that is your body was host to a manner of coital regalia
As we worshipped together on the bed of our conjugation
I, the priest of passion … you the priestess of ecstatic elation
The objective of such revelation was the orgasmic dispensation our motions incited
Realized to satisfaction, our efforts were more than adequately requited
Realizing the quenching of urges for which lovers yearn
With intercourse as the investment, and orgasm as the return
We engaged, on and off, in such actions as the night progressed
With intermissions of conversation and secrets confessed
Ours was a communication and comradery that cemented every time we interacted
Sensually, sexually, conversationally, casually, our total being were not distracted
Last night, you made a coveted experience come to fruition
As we got together, our bodies played a tune like a skilled musician
With our moans and groans … our gasps and grunts
In an act of coital conjugation and our bodies joined at the fronts
By then, this transcended the matter of me F’ing you and you F’ing me
We had something to say to each other and we just couldn’t let it F’ing be
Way beyond working out urges in an F’ing spree
Face to face, we seemed to communicate via mental telepathy
Every grunt you made translated to “I’ve been waiting for this”
Every moan you made said to me “This is utter bliss”
The whimpering undertones you made said “I’m about to loose control”
The groans you made said “You’re ******* my body and touching my soul”
The smacks out bodies made were the exclamation points to a sexual statement
That screamed in a language unbounded by speech that spoke of emancipatement -
Of free spirits moving in a swirling orgasmic storm
Bound to earth in the shape of two living, naked forms
Last night, you made my naughty inclinations come to fruition
By living out an active part of my imagination, and granting me permission
To engage you in a safe space, in a safe place, a sanctuary just for two
In a session of sex and conversation, in a private rendezvous
In between our bouts of coital animation I’d reveal private parts of myself
And you’d tell me things that you hadn’t told anyone else
Parts of our lives we shared with each other, things that haven’t seen the light of day
Things we guard and cherish, and would die rather than to betray
I’d share secrets with you that were ominous, or my have been little known
You’d share with me deep soul stirring secrets that were for my ears alone
Secrets, that at their mere mentioning caused tears to run down your face
And I put your head to my chest and held your body in an impassioned embrace
This telling of ourselves brought about a closeness, and a kiss
As I wiped the tears from your eyes, our carnal sides resurfaced to persist -
To stoke the flames of passion from which we took a break
And we engaged again in intercourse and of each other, partake
Last night, you made a wish come to fruition
By deciding to succumb to a hidden premonition
Hidden in the sense that these are the naughtiest things in my mind
And in instances of near telepathy, you responded in kind
The way your body changed its placement and position
It was as if you were operating in a state of pre-cognition
Sensing a change you moved accordingly, and met my needs – one by one
Before I could think or even articulate … it was already done
You were to me, like clay in the hands of the potter on the potters wheel
You let me have my way with you – your flesh you let me feel
You gave me access to parts of you that I only imagined were real
And to top it off, you gave me a splash in the form of a wet orgasmic seal
I had you salivating our of one mouth and squirting out of the otha’
You were my pain and pleasure and brought needed gratification to a brotha’
You were the flame to my candle and the dance to my lap
And we did it until the only thing we could do was take a nap
Written by: K-JiO
© 2008
FRUITION
Last night you made my daydreams come to fruition
By addressing one of the basest imperatives of the human condition
By granting my insert access to your feminine receptacle
And enjoy the pleasures of an experience, impeccable
Pushing past an entrance of labial tightness going in to my limits
To take my place in your uterine abode with no counterfeit-intentions, or gimmicks
To rub against a knotty nerve center and a clitoral switch
Known as your G-spot and clitoris, and did so without a hitch
In the truest sense and definition of the F-word we were one and the same
Coupled in a coital engagement, we ****** each other with no semblance shame
And did so until satisfied … we both came
As we stoked the desire that burned hot like a flame
You made me feel welcomed in your posh cuntal enclosure
That was set and sedative - accommodating was your warm frontal exposure
With a complementary asylum made for one of an X-Y chromosome
The hospitality of your ***** made my dick feel right at home
Last night, you made my wildest fantasies come to fruition
By accommodating me in a myriad of variable positions
Not caught up in a paradox of ambiguity or dilemmas
But caught up in manipulating your legs like rabbit ear antennas
Opened wide, like your mouth for an open mouth kiss
Your legs opened up to me as I took part in copulatory bliss
As I worked your miss with my mister, putting away your doubts of risk
At times churning your vulvar regions … other times stirring it like an egg with a whisk
There were moments where I held back like that waters behind a levy
And other times when I pushed into your ***** when the action got hot and heavy
Whispering in your ear “give me that ***** baby”, feeling the tightening of your calves
And you responded, giving me all that you had and a little extra you didn’t have
Clutching a maximal part of your gluteus-maximus as I pumped like a piston
******* you like yours was the last ***** on the planet – with a mission
Doing so until I heard a change in your tone and felt your body quiver
I ‘nutted intensely as you did so immensely, we both stood to deliver
Last night, you made my fore and after thoughts come to fruition
By anticipating my desire for you as read by your intuition
As if you had pre-cognition and read the pages of my mind
You were what I needed you to be as I loved you from the front and behind
It’s almost as if there was a certain place in thought that you found me
As I moved into you and your legs wrapped around me
We danced a naked tango as our hips fueld a sexual voration
Until we excited our ‘his’ and ‘hers’ to an orgasmic pulsation
And as you turned, showing me your behind to further meet my need
You spread those beautiful *** cheeks exposing your slit mango seed
As I inserted the object of my virility in to the object of your fertility
Coupling, stirring up a motion that would realize another orgasmic possibility
As you granted me the privilege of ******* you *** up and face down
I saw on your face an ecstatic grimace and a euphoric frown
As your ***** said thank you by watering our points of contact
Throbbing and wetting us both, consummating or salacious compact
Last night, you made my aspirations come to fruition
As time and again our love making was in a state of transition
As we moved from one activity to another, keeping the action from going stale
And repeatedly bringing you to a state of orgasm … without fail
There were times when I kissed the lips that lied below your navel
Having a cunnilingual conversation with a ***** that was willing and able
Availing myself of a glandular buffet to lick, sample and taste
And I sensed your approval by the fact that you were grinding on my face
I moved up your body as your moans said “Be my guest”
Along the way, planting kisses from your belly button to your chest
Stopping along the way to take suck on the nipples of your breast
And when I got to eye level, I put my ‘promise’ into your feminine best
We slid in and on each other just like a lock and key
As we moved in and into one another – me into you and you in to me
Excited with every thrust … we mated like mad
Delighted with a must as you ****** me back with everything you had
Last night, you made my longings come to fruition
As you allowed me to release pent up tension and unspent ammunition
As you released your liquid libination during our rodeo-like ‘ride-though’
And I released my latent love lotion inside you
I exorcised the yearning of my loins on the altar of your genatalia
The temple that is your body was host to a manner of coital regalia
As we worshipped together on the bed of our conjugation
I, the priest of passion … you the priestess of ecstatic elation
The objective of such revelation was the orgasmic dispensation our motions incited
Realized to satisfaction, our efforts were more than adequately requited
Realizing the quenching of urges for which lovers yearn
With intercourse as the investment, and orgasm as the return
We engaged, on and off, in such actions as the night progressed
With intermissions of conversation and secrets confessed
Ours was a communication and comradery that cemented every time we interacted
Sensually, sexually, conversationally, casually, our total being were not distracted
Last night, you made a coveted experience come to fruition
As we got together, our bodies played a tune like a skilled musician
With our moans and groans … our gasps and grunts
In an act of coital conjugation and our bodies joined at the fronts
By then, this transcended the matter of me F’ing you and you F’ing me
We had something to say to each other and we just couldn’t let it F’ing be
Way beyond working out urges in an F’ing spree
Face to face, we seemed to communicate via mental telepathy
Every grunt you made translated to “I’ve been waiting for this”
Every moan you made said to me “This is utter bliss”
The whimpering undertones you made said “I’m about to loose control”
The groans you made said “You’re ******* my body and touching my soul”
The smacks out bodies made were the exclamation points to a sexual statement
That screamed in a language unbounded by speech that spoke of emancipatement -
Of free spirits moving in a swirling orgasmic storm
Bound to earth in the shape of two living, naked forms
Last night, you made my naughty inclinations come to fruition
By living out an active part of my imagination, and granting me permission
To engage you in a safe space, in a safe place, a sanctuary just for two
In a session of sex and conversation, in a private rendezvous
In between our bouts of coital animation I’d reveal private parts of myself
And you’d tell me things that you hadn’t told anyone else
Parts of our lives we shared with each other, things that haven’t seen the light of day
Things we guard and cherish, and would die rather than to betray
I’d share secrets with you that were ominous, or my have been little known
You’d share with me deep soul stirring secrets that were for my ears alone
Secrets, that at their mere mentioning caused tears to run down your face
And I put your head to my chest and held your body in an impassioned embrace
This telling of ourselves brought about a closeness, and a kiss
As I wiped the tears from your eyes, our carnal sides resurfaced to persist -
To stoke the flames of passion from which we took a break
And we engaged again in intercourse and of each other, partake
Last night, you made a wish come to fruition
By deciding to succumb to a hidden premonition
Hidden in the sense that these are the naughtiest things in my mind
And in instances of near telepathy, you responded in kind
The way your body changed its placement and position
It was as if you were operating in a state of pre-cognition
Sensing a change you moved accordingly, and met my needs – one by one
Before I could think or even articulate … it was already done
You were to me, like clay in the hands of the potter on the potters wheel
You let me have my way with you – your flesh you let me feel
You gave me access to parts of you that I only imagined were real
And to top it off, you gave me a splash in the form of a wet orgasmic seal
I had you salivating our of one mouth and squirting out of the otha’
You were my pain and pleasure and brought needed gratification to a brotha’
You were the flame to my candle and the dance to my lap
And we did it until the only thing we could do was take a nap
Written by: K-JiO
© 2008
Thanx 4 the read 
