Potpourri Poetry

Challenge

Umm... (already blushing) This is my attempt at a sexy poem.  Hope you like it ;-D  

As we lounged,

Blazing and bored,

A mischievous grin on those lips,

You issued a titillating challenged.

I bet that I can make you orgasm

Without any part of my body touching yours.

Your grin contagious,

I nodded, interest piqued.

I lay in our bed,

Naked atop sheets,

Rapidly warming from my body heat,

Despite the oscillating fan.

Clothes shed,

You kneel between my legs,

Ice cube in hand,

Bucket filled with a variety of ice nearby.

Are you ready? You inquire.

Am I ready?

My body tingles with anticipation,

My center vaguely throbbing.

You kiss me,

With your ice cube.

Coating my parted lips,

A few tiny drops escaping,

Into my heated mouth.

I imagine each drop is your tongue's tip,

Flickering and teasing about.

Eyelids shielding my vision,

Your ice cube strokes a moist path,

From my chin,

Down my neck,

Taking a detour to a pulsating carotid.

Softly moaning as it glides,

Along my shoulders,

Clavicles,

And across upper chest,

Where your melting cube,

Creates figure eights.

You select another cube,

A longer, narrower piece.

My breathing pauses,

As random patterns are drawn,

Along the swells of my breasts.

A shuddering breath escapes,

When the chilly solid,

Travels around,

Then over eagerly responsive nipples.

Your name erupting from my throat,

I arch my back,

Frigid watery trails,

Skating over goose bumps.

You like that, baby? You ask,

The ice cube dipping,

Into my cleavage,

Rubbing up and down,

Up and down so leisurely.

My tongue swipes dry lips.

So much, I whisper,

Gasping when the melting ice,

Coats my stomach,

Cool water soon collecting,

Inside my navel.

Anticipation doubles,

When you exchange the cube,

For a fatter piece,

Placing it between your lips.

Winking at me,

You stretch out on your stomach,

Your face so close to my crotch.

The throbbing has quadrupled,

As you lean in,

Iciness trickling onto,

My swollen, sensitive folds.

Hands clutch the sheets,

Your name once again escaping,

When the ice cube grazes me.

I spread my legs further,

Giving you better access.

Your mouth moves the ice cube,

Alternating circular motions,

With those of a paintbrush.

Moans increase,

You penetrate,

Withdraw,

Penetrate,

Withdraw,

Until undulating hips need,

To meet your thrusts.

As though reading my mind,

You slide the cube,

Up to my clitoris,

So engorged with desire,

So very much requiring attention,

Which you freely offer.

Skillfully manipulating it,

Swirling around it,

Chilling it to the point,

Where the cold is almost too much,

Yet simultaneous perfection.

My hands will surely,

Rip the sheets.

Unthawed water

Mixing with my arousal,

I'm standing near the edge,

Preparing to leap,

When the ice releases my clit,

Seconds later,

Replaced with your warm breath.

Oh, my...

I desperately want to reach out,

Grab the back of your head.

Instead, my hands keep,

Their tight hold on the sheets,

While you grant me,

A literal blow --

Ooh...

Ooh, yes...

Please don't stop...

Ever stop...

Panting,

Eyes tightly shut,

Toes curling,

Heart racing

Tingling everywhere,

Mumbling nonsensicalities,

I leap.

Challenge accepted.

Challenge greatly achieved.