Hot Night

by Taylor

Here is a poem that came to me quite suddenly one day. I shared it with JetBoy and he recommended I submit it immediately.

I've spent many hot nights at home
wandering from room to room
trying to cool myself, washing myself, drinking...
But none quite so hot as the other night
when I had my little guest
and you know what?
it wasn't even that hot
but it sure seemed like it, the way I felt inside
the way the air was playing around
with my head
I couldn't sleep that night, wandering....
sweet little innocent girl, seven years old,
can't sleep without a night light.....
so I left the closet open a little bit with the light on
and that worked.... and it worked for me too, sneaking in to look at
her....opening it even more....
finding her on her back, practically spread-eagle, her nightgown up
about her waist.... her panties white and brief.... oh, help me....
oh, help me....
I move closer to the bed as she sleeps....
so vulnerable, so warm.... so tender....
I am so close... I fall to my knees and move so that my lips
are just inches from her silken thighs.... I want to taste them....
I can see the little sun-bleached hairs on them..... a fine coat....
help me..... oh, I want to taste her...........
oh, I am losing control......
Right there, in the small bedroom, I reached down inside my panties
and I played with my clit as I looked at her....
I gasped and I moaned and I came....
but I resisted touching her
I did this again and again until
I was exhausted and covered in sweat
Then I struggled to me feet,
made it out of the room,
had something to drink, and I fell down on my bed and passed out.