Ruth lay upon me dreaming quietly,
Moving her hips in rhythm with my sighs,
She lay just savoring the feel of me
Embedded in the cleft between her thighs.
For hours we lay clasped that way and I
Somehow stayed hard within her, kissing her
And breathing the moist hot breath of her sigh
Beneath her canopy of hair, under
Her long dancer's body's warm clasp
Enveloping me, squeezing my mind, so
With each slow stroking of her pubic grasp
Fires of lust built into an internal inferno
Melting my restraint, while every tense muscle went lame
And unleashed I simply poured into her when I came.