Literature
Atomic Wedgie, a Poem
End of the daylight, the sun 'neath the mountains is falling,
Finally now she indulges in pleasure held secret.
Under the garments she bears on her skin she now reaches,
Seizing the fabric she hides from the world. She grips it tight.
Hot perspiration now streaks cross her skin, now already
Tranced by sensations to come when her longing is sated.
Acting desire, unearthing the fabric from prison,
Pulling, exposing in private what cannot be public.
Pain and then pleasure in rapid succession visit
Regions for shame kept imprisoned, held firmly in garments.
Shoulders now kiss the forbidden, then neck takes its share.
Ecstasy grips her,