Where this cums from

Taking in paradigm rips and rolling with the shift
That's my holy gift. Plus every “OHHH!” that slips
When my tongue stuns when it fits
Flickering and moving steam quick like a candlewick

Is how a cunning linguist handles grace and bliss
Haste retakes me quick with every taste of the clit
Inspiration makes its way home to open
Through conduits of moans and explosions

Total potence focused in that zone holding
Exposed so I’m scoped, prone but not frozen
Prose wrote itself deft with every hot breath
In that steamy dreamscape, that in-between place?

Is where I find that noise, where Divine Voice delivers it best
I just let go. Rhyme’s not a choice. Just the echo.
I don’t got a safety net. Live fully,
So if it’s a sieve that pulls from me, I just jot what’s left.

My toll paid, soul remade, but the major shit?
This all comes from a mystery place so I feel like a plagiarist everytime we kiss!