3/11

Sip my essence like chicken noodle soup
Then devour me
Give me a sound tongue thrashing
Awakening parts of me
That's been in slumber.
Breathing is secondary
Bring me to the edge of collapsing
Shattering  
A million drops in your mouth
Hydration your body needs.
Enter me forcefully
Slowly
Meticulously
Stroke me like one treats fine china
My opening welcomes your craftsmanship
I was made for you.
To use me
Taste me
Enjoy me
Your personal buffet
So please indulge
This is all you can eat
My feast is prepared to satiate the beast in you
While taming the heat in me.  
Not one to tap out prematurely
Allow me to bring you back to life
Get back in this ring
Let my tongue caress the head of your manhood
My hands massage the base
I feel your girth lengthening
Stretching
Your shaft is heaven's taste
Our language, lost in an array of moans, grunts
Appreciative sighs
Fully understanding the prize that lies between our thighs
Allows for sex that's sublime.  
A temporary escape from life's troubles
A necessary peace, forgetting our struggles
Let us be in this moment
Negating all other components
Focused on the physical, an exponent
Of metaphysical manifestations
Is this all we are?
Reduced to all touch, all shivers
Climatic whispers
Communication is overrated
And sex is underrated
Let our bodies intertwine
Dismantle any uncertainties
A combustion awaits
This meeting of the minds
Fully realized through
Raw, uninhibited, unadulterated fucking.