She’s having a reminiscing lay-in.
Mentally wandering contentedly
along the hallway of her private gallery.
Caressing & Fingering herself,
sometimes lightly… or more vigorously…
depending upon which face
pops-up & slides into view.
She played the field… hard
for a decade & a half.
Before finally settling down
with the ‘Owner’
of her 69th Little Portrait.
Milked the herd good & proper.
Flowing streams
of sexual celebration,
caught forever, magically,
between the soft whiteness
of her inner thighs.
The many different
tastes & smells
are still there to explore.
Whenever she has time alone
& the throbbing, tingling inclination.
She collected a small,
yet important fragment of essence
from each moaning soul.
Pursed it tightly, between aching lips…
then framed & mounted each treasure
upon the burgundy walls of her Sex’s home.
