## Archive-name: tryst_poem

From: kurt@grogatch.celestial.com (Kurt Cockrum)

Subject: A poem from a friend

Keywords: older women tantric

Newsgroups: rec.arts.erotica

The Tryst

The old woman has a lazy,
mischievous grin and sultry heavy-lidded eyes.
She hovers over me and leans back,
breathing hard,
her hands running down my body as she slowly settles
her engorged,
floppy cunt lips over the head of my straining prick.
It's almost like she has eyes down there!
How long could I hang on?
I am enveloped by breasts which divide and fall like a flesh
fountain on either side of me,
spilling in a wave of liquid flesh as she leans down to kiss me.
I hold one of her long dugs in the cup of my hands,
which seems truly to run over with warm,
old flesh.
I pull it over and bite the erect dark nipple,
rolling it gently back and forth between my teeth.
This bursts the tantric threshold and she gasps;
her vaginal muscles clamp down and nearly squeezes me out.
Our flesh slaps wetly together,
lubricated by our juices and sweat.
I grab her close to me.
She hooks her legs behind mine and I ram into her exploding,
nearly blacking out with the intensity of the orgasm
we had been steadily climbing towards for the past hour and a half.

For a instant,
time macro-expands and the cosmos inflates.
Universal secrets and arcane theorems intertwine,
warping and weaving to produce the fabric of space.
Old and young nervous pathways fuse briefly together in mutual overload.

Later,
we walk to a local coffee-house where we sit,
not speaking, soaking in the ambience,
basking in the post-coital glow.
The expresso machine clanks and hisses,
and vortices of cigarette smoke compete with
the rich smell of espresso beans for control of the air.
I feel a rush of affection for the old woman beside me,
too full for words,
and put my arm around her.
my hand burrows into warm flesh,
fingers trapped between her arm and body
as she nestles under my arm.
I kiss her temple;
a wisp of grey hair tickles my nose and I sneeze.
A soft secret smile appears on her lips,
and she takes a sip of her mocha.
rbmf

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