My Memory

I remember
We rubbed parts together,
made sweet music with our moans,

Your hands parting thighs
head between my scone
Tongue slipping into to spaces
I never knew I owned.

I remember we toured the house
leaving sweaty prints on cupboard, floors and bathroom walls

I remember you surrendered
And ofcourse I take control,
The look in your eyes
Told me all I needed to know,
how hard to suck,
when not to stop
God I love your tones,

And when I'm convinced
you've had enough
and your body
loses hold,
Tighter the grip
Faster the slip
Until your flute was blown