close your hand

Close your hand

around me
let curling fingers find
the shape of me
feel the growing heat
in your passionate grip
as skin palms skin
feel the hardening rock within

scent musk
taste nectar-peppered air
from tip to tongue
from lip to lung
nose me in

feel full of the aroma
of my longing
feel the burning hunger

of my yearning

it grazes your heart

phrases the beat

calls the rapid drum to heat

my rising blood
is in your hands

draw up the flame

bite

eat

drag teeth

curl tongue

taste brewing fire

sense the building

coming burst

hold fast

hold tight

the grip

the grasp

the climbing gasp

and then

the bruising spurt

yours to taste

yours to gulp

your tongue swirl

buttering the tip

this lovers' slip

sliding from your moving mouth

this curdling cream

this salty soup

these viscous drops

these silken drips

this glazing on your golden lips

let flow the stream

let go the gleaming sup

that it may drain upon my belly

for you to lap again

and taste and eat

the intimate essence of me

as I drown in an ecstasy

of emptiness

My lips are wet

My lips are wet

at the thought of you

tongue tensing

sliding across my mouth

My hands upon you

thumbs pushing

pulsing into your flesh

fingers smoothing

soothing skin

curve and mound 

then clasping

scraping nails

stretching sinews 

pressing into bone

I have a thirst

a hunger

I would sip the drool of your passion

Lie back

my hands on your knees

push to open you

flatten you out

spill you apart

my eyes feasting

lips find your velvet skin

begin to kiss

a slow descent

kiss

nose to inner thigh 

kiss

sliding home

kiss

breathing warm sweet musk

kiss

the bitter verjuice

I drink you

kiss

and now

my lips engage with yours

tongue delving 

parrying between the folds

plunging into the dark centre of you

saliva pools

lap

the sound of tongue on love

lap

Lap

Let me push and push

deep and deeper

seeking the secret

the soft salt wound

the slippery slopes

my mouth hungry for your raw flesh

teeth testing the stretch

the bite

the curl of wet silk against my lips

my wet beard

painting this tickling canvas

my mouth eating

grinding on the meat of you

my hunger buzzing into you

droning into you

moaning

faster

faster

my fingers find you

find the slick fickle fumbling

my lips and teeth

pushing my fingertips against you

into you

feeling your skin move over your bone

driving deep, deeper, deep down into you

tongue finding the focus

firing your animus

the foolish heart of your sensation

dipping into you

slipping into you

in and out

and

in and out

the tension in your body

arcs your back

you writhe

but still I ride 

my mouth and teeth and tongue

drinking the thick dark syrup

the spasm grips you

grips again

your muscles tighten around me

squeeze me

bite me

eat me

grip me

as the orgasm rises

rises

wave upon wave

a crazed rave

crashing and splashing between us

For S