Start To Cum

As if it were some stiff drinks
lets say lots of coke and rum
when writing with you in mind
I so easily start to cum.

As if you had touched me
in a provocative sort of way.
My emotions took on a fix
when I began writing today.

I saw you with that dress
both covering and on the floor.
I could feel the urge to partake
then desire wanted more.

Wanted to massage
those more than ample thighs
as I inhaled and breathed
all was a thrill to my eyes.

Just like some powerful drink
just got to have me some
which then stirs me greatly
till I surely start to cum.

Del Cano 2008 June

Was It Real

Is it real or just a fading thought? I always thought an idea in mind was real for I could not conceptualize an unreality or at least if I create it in mind it does exist.
 
After reviewing some comments about my poem I Saw A Sundress This Morn I allowed my mind to wander to you. You were standing near a potted plant by a window with your back to me wearing a bright colored sun dress which, though had fairly wide shoulder straps, still exposed saucy skin to my eyes. It was only a short trip from the initial view to a more torridly inviting situation.

Before I knew it I had approached you having my hands touching not only your back but fondling your breast as well. You seemed not willing to turn around which allowed me to continue fondling but found my hands cupping your rear end and groaning in a low tone in response to the feelings growing at a face pace.
 
It wasn't long before you had turned around and facing me took a firm hold of my now bulging penis and kissed me on the neck. Your other hand wandered over my body and your hips seem to began to slowly gyrate. Your response lead me to feel the answer was yes, you may proceed and I did. I reached under that dress to discover you had no panties on and found a moist pulsating bloom anxiously waiting to be probed.
 
I began fingering that lovely spot to our now unified rhythm of gyrations and became even more  bold in my desires. Raising that dress above your hips and leading you to the wall where I could press against you harder after a torrid bit of rearranging our positions my penis found its way inside of you and as I held firmly to your hips pounded relentlessly as if I had been craving you all my life. You did a marvelous job of squeezing me with your muscles and I could soon feel myself about to slip away to never never land emotionally. Somehow having one thigh raised and the other planted on the floor we fucked against that wall till both allowed a whimper of pleasure to escape our mouths in a marvelous release of pleasure. We slid together in a heap on the floor and just breathed hard from the sudden burst of panting and exercise.
 
Was it real or just some open imagination? If not why is it I can feel my hands on your ass and thighs and recall it as if it were on a tape? Such a marvelous and  erotic thought.