Good Things "Cum in 3s" (A poem of "self" discovery)
Focused on piercing eyes, light hazel abyss
I reached down earnestly past orbiting hips
Fingers parting engorged velvety lips
To find within a now aching, sensitive tip.
Unprepared and panicked
Myself, I know not what to do with.
All consuming heat and fleeting chills
Dreams are becoming reality
And it can happen at will!?
All things with me are well?
To try again and again
I felt compelled.
So many discoveries
Made under that gaze
I can't seem to help myself
I am undeniably amazed.