Sex on bugs

Sex on bugs. How hideous this sounds, As you find yourself trembling, In petrifaction of what it might be, These creepy crawlies rolling around on my body, As I’m toss and turn, so why do I yearn for these, I ask my partner “Oh, Pretty please.” And then I’m told to get on my knees, As I think “They won’t do what I want, sleaze.” Then I feel a pill rubbed accost my mouth as a tease. I move quick to the pill and swallow it whole, Oh dear god, am I going to gage, Then I reflex, relax and just breath, A pleasant aroma intoxicates me, Causing my full release of hormones, I pounce from my knees with intent to please, Amongst your neck I get lost, Only to kiss and caress, Down your body my path doth lead, Until forth your lips I do come, Knowing well I’m going to get me some, As I ease myself on you I feel full penetration, Oh can it be so, is this finally our introduction, To bring forth the sensation of our life time, Now as it matters not if its day or night, We’ve just started an intimate fight, I wonder now if we’ll go on like this till early morn, Could this bring us our first born, Oh just like that, who cares now of what we might later mourn, Yes Oh Yes like that matters how? The chills I feel them uhhh skate down my spine, There right thereee oh yes they are, Not one of ohhhhhh many ahhh, Ahahaa but euhhh many for sure, This is better then nature, My mind is asker, Feelings all that of a blur, Numbing of nerve for sure, No longer can I make noise, Every thought and impulse directed, Loving you never will you be neglected, But now is the time that was selected, To reality I come as every whim erupts forth, All sexual senses feeling ready to explode, As I clinch and spasm, The bumps now emerge from my skin, My body is filled with ecstasy, Running pure taking place of my blood, Next to you I lay, Looking over with a smile, You’ll have me forever my spouse, But who in this house wears the blouse? Asleep and still you lay, Now I am at bay, Slowly I creep away, As the door closes softly, I wonder am I going away from my dreams; Or am I off to my dreams. *************** If you decide you want to read over this poem again here are a few questions to ask yourself. Perhaps you'll think of a few more like them as you read. Here they are... Did you think the person was a guy or a girl? Did the guy or girl take the pill, or not? Did they have sex, or was the guy or girl just in intense thought? Did the guy or girl leave or stay afterwards?