beauty, love, lust, poetry, sex, women

Where Your Waves Crash

Sing beneath my kiss

The sweet torture

Of my lips

And tongue

Your thighs aching

As you draw me deeper

Push me away

It’s too much

It’s never enough

My tongue goes to

The deepest places within you

Where your juices flow

Thickest and sweetest

I would make a sticky,

Filthy mess of you

Between your legs

Kissing to fill you

With light

To allow you a shuddering

Dance of surrender

The tender pulsing flesh

Suckled between my lips

As you swoop and soar

I am the earth

That your waves crash upon

Soak me through

To the skin.




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