To meet you, and have me allured to
The Mystery of the Mouth
I long to take my thickness
In you -
Completely exacted.
Gently, you relax and I can feel
Your tongue in contact,
Making me moan as my tender head
Aches from the friction
And my throbbing furrow struggles
To emancipate the warm composite pearl
I squeal
And hold myself as long as I can
Until –
Your mouth listless, eager
Your tongue desiring to please
To welcome and caress this phallus guest
And you, relaxing, lie
Against the pillow,
For the thrust –
I light a cordial smile
As our eyes mutual meet
Then you close yours
In anticipation
Of an uncordial projection
As you give your lustful consent
To my abuse
I thrust hard and repeated and
Exhibit against your Tongue
Just sliding over –
Then slip into the deep
And I can hear your moan
And feel the vibration
Of your throat.
I gasp and cannot contain myself
And I get satisfaction
And free
I shake as the glow
Of dreams and fantasies
Light my path as if I could find the way.
