Poetry

By El Portero

Chocolate-Filled Love

I did come home to find my love
With her shirt tight, snug as a glove.
All the threads were at maximum tension
Around her belly, visibly in digestion.

I rushed to her side, my heart aflutter,
As sensual thoughts rose from mind's gutter.
I told her I wanted her, then and there,
In those unbuttoned shorts, a band in her hair.

How relieved she was to find I was glad,
But she was so confused, had thought I'd be mad.
I told her of my deepest, darkest desire,
And watched her smile grow and passion fire.

I arched her back as I kissed her deep,
Knowing full well tonight I wouldn't sleep,
For all night would be one long belly massage
As food moved through her in a giant barrage.

We made love that night like never before,
Though I felt bad, as her tummy was sore.
But it mattered not to this woman I had married,
For she followed our love, wherever it was carried.