Your lips my skin
Oh, Love! I want
to feel your tingles
tickle me once again.
I need you in me!
Pop up my head…
You slip. You slide.
I open myself wide
I let you come in
play around but then
in the end down you came
Tongue lashes help me
atone for my sins:
An angel in my
DEVILISH MIND.
Oven HOT,
baking again,
handmade icing
SLOW dripping
down my fingers,
my tongue licking
palm to tip
to clean the drips,
in my mouth
the WHOLE digit
I sticks,
sucking the sweetness
with a tongue-
scrubbing wipe
to end with a silent
swallow-swish,
and while savoring
the flavor, a moan
vibrates my lips,
eyes roll CLOSED,
OH…OH…OH…
You pop in,
turning on my tongue
till you POP OFF!
My eyes again OPEN…
Just like that, since the days of us as kids sitting in the pews at the Catholic Church, when I least expect it, You pop in and out of me AGAIN AND AGAIN, turning my innocence to sin.
“And I laugh!!!” Cackles the Devil within.
rolled thick
PERFECT
between
my lips
You sit
quiet
waiting
to be lit
then,
Sucked
in HOT
my window
steamy
mouth dries
creamy…
swollen sweet…
dreamy.
Oh, how
I miss
Your taste
on my tongue!
OH, how
I long.
(To You: Do you recall the time I picked you up in Downtown Chicago? Under a bridge, parked on the side of the road, you in my…well, to be blunt, you made me fly high in that memory;)
I dream
of your chest…
watching
you dress
in my bedroom
after sex,
muscles tight,
your movements
making my eyes
hypnotized…
inside I’m dying
to grasp
your thick thighs
as you enter me
again
and again
and again,
oh, oh, OH,
how I need
You now.
Just a sip, a lick, maybe a bite
of you that’s what I’d like,
I tell myself, often at night,
as I lie open, phone light
deepening my dark eyes,
I love you in the muck of my mind.
With YOU a Sunday Spoon, that’s what I’d like to do…
You’re behind, holding tight my cup, while I finger your long spoon,
Sweetness covers my sour tongue melting my mind to addiction!
(To YOU, love: Like ice cream in the southwest desert, I dream of you creaming me into a mind-freeze;)
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