Mouth Attack

My mouth attacks your body
body trembles under the tongue
that pours saliva into your pores
that washes your skin and your hair.

From the balcony to the bedroom
my house feels you
The heat lives in it
of (art)mornings, care.

I want your moaning, your grunt,
your greed so much
May your feet brush against me,
your skin and your hair.

The flavor emerges in your dick
of everything that is made in lava
fire washes my body,
the chin, the balls... the ankles.