Speechless at what to say-
you’ve tied my tongue with the rush of your throb
gliding across my peppermint spit like jazz harmonizing
a refined beat.
I rather be…
observing the words I couldn’t vocalize vanish
in each low bass of a kernel groove.
Witness you pulling me in musically
to your very own rhythm & blues-
beating against my lipstick and saturated smile.
grant me access into this universe of honey pearls
you love garlanded across my damp breasts.
Thrust…that sinfully sly serpent deep within my Eden-
leaving me no option but to eat my lust like
the whorish red fruit that tempted my yearning
to taste you in the first place.
Falling tenderly onto those swollen satchels
that protect the seeds of your passion,
giving me two reasons I should retreat from my
phallic persuasion, just to breathe again.
I want to…
Scavenge for vestiges of erotic preludes,
lustfully wait for your glistening crown to erupt
against my famished lips.
Eagerly coaxing your swell towards the outskirts of my throat
while my words get lost in-between chokes from your pelvic push.
I won’t stop greedily sucking until I find the carnal language
that speaks your history.
I don’t mind being speechless
or having my tongue tied into intricate knots of
‘suck slowly’, if it means my mouth has your
thick conceit warmly imprisoned,
with no possibility of early ‘release’ from my lip’s grip…