Within Our Nested Dark

Within our nested dark,.
the dark we make to chastise day
for making plans to sunder us
from our envelopings,  
 
I lay my lips upon the hidden flesh,
the small oasis of delight,
behind your knee,
and lace my tongue upon it like
the wing beat of a dove
until you sigh.
 
And then I mouth my way
at snails pace up along,  
in swirling exploration of, your thigh
to tease, to swoop upon in steady strokes,  
to lash
the swollen mound of heat between your legs
 
until you cry my name
as if it were a magic word,
to bring you to the wet surrender
you desire.