The Female Experience

The juice drips from the succulent peach
With two fingers I gently reach

My breath is hot
My tongue is on fire

I ascend on your lips
Working slowly

Up and down
Every inch I cover

At the top
I hover

The tiny pearl
With my lips I pose

Your breath it quickens
Your eyes close

I keep working
My pace is steady

With every moment
You become more ready

The heat
Consumes you

Desire burns

Time is lost

The earth shakes

You melt
Into a sweet release