There is an art to it,
where to make contact,
at the fullest point,
the rise of her bottom,
and an art to how hard.

Too high, too hard
and you can damage her
inside, too low and you leave
her unable to walk
and kneel properly when you are done.

Too soft,
and it is a game,
not a claiming.

There is an art to it,
and done right, done well,
her desire for more, for “again”,
makes you the artist,
and her, the masterpiece.

Kindly reblogged with permission from The Other Poems