The Worship Of Your Words

And so I must retreat
from this pornographic haze
the words like quick licks
before you consume me to the base

The gifted penchant for keeping me hard
spinning each seductive scenario
adjectives that portray me
to be your coveted lothario

The fingers have no shame
because you know that I am watching
every time you slip inside
you feel a thrill that you are taunting

We have the understanding
that we must nurture sacred temples
in motions frantic and also soothing
you take me hard and take me gentle

I will think of you in many states
I will crave to know you're waiting
to feel my chest against your naked back
and the volts of sweet seismic quaking.