Sensual Bliss

under the nascent stench of your cunt
slides my battle-worn dick -
erupting with pleasure, over and over -
like Mt. Fuji in its prime.

the first time we made love as a
married couple. it feels good to
finally discard the condoms
and i-pills.

you lie back, drained of lust.
your hair stretches forth on this pillow
like a novel medusa
hiding away our nocturnal bloodlust
quenching my thirst for darkness.

the shape of your head
is perfectly symmetrical.
your eyes reflect nothing -
pools of swirling ephemeral death.
your nose tastes like honey-draped
butter toast.

your breasts are crafted from
hell's effervescent mana,
your belly's contours put
that pornstar's abs to shame.

your ass and legs are enough
to make Pushkin drool over,
but your lips win the contest
hands down.