Notes From A Future Rendezvous

 
    
One tongue    
A pair of soft lips    
Two fingers..maybe a third    
Possibly a fourth    
To temp your sugary threshold    
Between a soft spread of
Welcoming thighs    
    
Lay back baby    
Massage my dreads
And stroke my temples as
I give you some of this
Fabulous head    
    
Serenade me
In that secret lingo
Lingering in the back of your throat    
As I show you show cunning
My cunnilingus can get    
    
I'll wet your mind    
Open channels for your Higher self    
To exude as I exhume    
Your cozmik pastries through the    
Peached pleasantries of    
Thy rooted  
Womb-man    
    
Relax and release that
Expressive feminine essence    
Through sporadic hip tosses    
As erotic spasms dance across your spine    
Leaving you at a loss for words    
Cuz now we speak in
The same Tongue    
Morse coded between your legs    
    
Ancient    
      
Akashik    
    
Come gloss me in    
Shimmering reflections
Of fabled Ancestors    
As I floss you...finger you    
While feeling and filling textured hieroglyphics    
Cupped and stirred in your sweet cocoa    
Slow dancing to mood swings    
One E-motion at a time    
    
From the shallows
    
To the depths    
    
To the Hallowed    
    
Until you're
Completely stretched
Along a spectrum    
Where your heart races    
To a to a rush of sensations    
As I flush you..make you gush over me    
And remember what it's like to feel    
All girlie and what not    
  
As a full-bodied woman    
Beautifully blushed..soulfully airbrushed
With extremities now calmed    
As I hush anxieties and settle butterflies    
By using my face to give you a safe    
Landing spot for all that is    
The desirous you