Sublime Satisfaction

I want to feel the satisfaction of the sublime
But not anyone can imitate the aesthetic value
Does that dwell in you
Can I feel you in order to ascertain
No illusion, just bodily affection
The rhythm of desire
Crawling my tongue and lips over it
Toe curling witness the back of your mind
Peel away the layers and exposed undraped
A responding spellwind
Appealing senses to transparent membrance
Only to unravel you
What kind of voice will you make
While I smear you in lust that spurts
Will you paint me with your passion
Tinged with aqueous filth
It feels so good when you lick and taste me
This entwinement mixed between us
It is stitched and caressed
Only to suck me in