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Sunday, January 7, 2018

cocorico

at your sudden appearance
there is a part of me
that tenses
in a good way
it tenses in a good way
a thickening
a quickening
a nudging
a demand for attention
a tension
a commanding
& once again
I see your soft lips
& your eyes
& they are looking at me
through me into me

& blood flows
thicker and faster
heat rises
just at your appearance
it's a chemical thing
perhaps
or physical
a reaction to your face
the scent of you imagined
in my nostrils
the way your skin
would drag slightly
under my finger tips
I can see it happening
in my head

I can feel it
I can feel the strap of your bra
as I reach around
under your blouse
unclip it
allow my thumbs
to slip back
under the loosened fabric
to find your nipples
still unseen
but warm and lively
I lift your bra
and can see them now
dimpling
as my thumbs
push them around
each flattens
under the supple pressure
then as thumbs circle
the skin puckers
there is only one thing to do next
and my mouth starts
its kiss journey
from your mouth
south
across your collar bone
across the meadow
of your chest
until my lips wrap
around the pink flesh button

& I suck
& suck the warm soft flesh
into me & I can feel it
drawing you together inside
physical feelings focussing
as my suckling
brings your subtle energies
into alignment
pulls them like a thick cord
knotted internally
to your clitoris
and each suck pulls
on that sex stem

I glance up
and your eyes
are looking into me
your mouth
your soft mouth
puckered against itself
as the rhythm of the suckling
draws your hot blood
pumping into your labia
& your silky liquors
seep
& it is this trickle
that sends your hand
from my head
to your secret mouth below

I sense the slow movement
of your hand
circling over and around
the wetness of your lips
feel your fingers
smoothing the ripples
of this the softest skin
& still I suck
as you bring
those slick fingers
up to my mouth
to taste this different milk
this sex milk

& this fragrant finger
slips
between your breast
& my lips
a strange inveigling worm
& below the rod
that has swollen
between my legs
prepares
tightens
untouched
yet so gripped
that the throb
opens his core
the knot begins to untie
pumping fluid jumps
along him
in a joyous shout