Release

At first, it’s just a casual graze.

Then comes a timid tickle around the rim,

that quickly begs for another.

Forbidden, yet no longer suppressed,

the tickle gives way to blatant thrusts,

each arriving with increasing hunger,

growing evermore forceful,

pushing,

harder,

persistent and skilled.

Her inflamed skin buzzes

with penetration now so deep.

The tip plunges with purpose

into the warmth and darkness.

She quivers, hard moans,

at the mercy of each stroke.

Just a little deeper!

Probing and hot,

rough,

wet,

the tip searches,

prodding ever deeper

to find that one spot

of scalding release.

Soon, she’s completely overtaken

with seizing senses

by pleasure that cripples her reason;

pleasure that sees in triple and quadruple.

The tip, now saturated

and, slowly withdrawn,

appears ravaged

by the most stubborn chunk

of imbedded earwax.

Freshly extracted, finally,

she could get on with her day,

with the calm of release.