Oh, The Pleasures of Guilt

You capture my gaze from across the room
Time ceases to exist
Lost in your elegance and beauty
Mouth watering
My senses peeked
Smooth
Soft
Creamy
Desire longing to be fulfilled
Closer you approach
Heart racing
Oh, the aroma
Sweet
Refreshing
Heavenly
Savoring the moment
Anticipation
Ready to plunge
Pausing
Teasing
Closer still
Within reach
A gentle touch
Too much to endure
Can wait no longer
You glide pass my lips
Tongue tickling
Silky
Velvety
Rich
The heat intensifies
Fire
Melting
More
Must go further
Intensity
Plunging deeper
Your cherry pops
Explodes
Oh the sweetness
Overwhelming
Satisfying
Calm
Relaxed
Finished
Oh, how I long to taste you again
Hot Fudge Cake with Ice Cream
How I Love thee

Treasure Along the Beach

Treasure Along the Beach

by Brian, the old man


As I search for treasure
Along the ocean shore
I run across a bottle
I hoped for something more


It looks so old and dirty
And has a simple form
I wonder where it came from
When dragged in from the storm


I wonder if a pirate
Had used it for his rum
Or placed a map within it
Pointing to a king’s ransom


I try to see inside it
The glass is full of fog
Could be from a lost sailor
Got hung up in the bog


Or maybe if I clean it
From swimming with the fish
I will find a genie
To grant my every wish


My fantasy is over
I’ll set it on my shelf
The skull looks good next to it
If I do say so myself

Thanks to my friend Carrie at Prompt Romp for inspiring me with the Image from Wikipedia Commons above.