phrasing

it is just the way you phrase,
the way...
i picture you,
standing before me
listening...as i do,
hearing you say
again, how you phrase
"cunt".
dreamy,
kind of manly, yet
oh so feminine, as seems to be your way.
all eyes upon you
the motions of your lips
whispering again...and again.
suggesting of the word
the whites of your eyes
guiding me to her
with that sweetness of a smile
in humor, beguiled.
guilty and now sentenced without a trial.
punish me, whip me and then console me awhile.
now would you wrap me
consume me with that smile.
glide...
chide...
but continuing to ride.
reciting the poetry
your secrets if you must confide
i hear every line
the way you enunciate
and how my body longs to participate.
every move of which you make.

marveling
as the red tone upon your lips
forming as you speak
the echoing, the coating
as your pronunciation of "fuck" flows ever so sweet
how you twist it with dick
making it all flow
the mating of cunt and fuck upon the wanting
such the poetry you spiel
a warming in real time and the caressing of that lick.
as if honey were to...
drip
drip
drip.
wicked, "delightfully devilish"...more over, pleasantly sick.