Midnight Bouquet by Strider Marcus Jones

i lay still
watching her
my desire and delight
while she covered my cock in chocolate
with soft
silent
strokes-
like Modigliani
painting a nude.

my fingers
glistened
in the lamps gloaming light
with the scent of her midnight bouquet,
and her taste still swam in my mouth.

soft licks now
tongue tingling, teasing sucks
as i lie
with head thrown back
and drift
weightless
on the plateau of pure pleasure
with aurora borealis
stroking my senses
waiting for the rain.

Strider Marcus Jones – is a poet, law graduate and ex civil servant from Salford, England with proud Celtic roots in Ireland and Wales. A member of The Poetry Society, his five published books of poetry http//www.lulu.com/spotlight/stridermarcusj…. reveal a maverick moving between forests, mountains, cities and coasts playing his saxophone and clarinet in warm solitude. His poetry has been published in the USA, Canada, England, Ireland, Wales, France, Spain, India and Switzerland in numerous publications.