Monday, May 25, 2015

Me, Her, and God

A stream
then a river
makes its way down my chin spilling down the sides of my mouth
making a little pool where my necks meets my chest

My tongue meets warmth
decadent sweet
grounded
untamed 
femininity

quivers reverberate as her grip slips
the headboard her only anchor to the ground
my tongue 
her connection to the divine

Tidal wave after tidal wave flood down my face
finding my ears
my hair line
any place that it will

her essence handled skillfully
delicately
boldly
without reservation
she 
tumbles over the 3rd peak of this mountain range

Sweat trickles down my hand
her back undulating to a rhythm we've created
glistening by street light

Thighs
all around me
thighs
warm, soft, powerful
my head nestled between them
entering a tunnel leading to promised territory
to a place of plenty
a space where no lack exists
ample
abundant
caramel colored

Her nipples press back into my hands
caressing them
I kneed her gently
she needs me ferociously

throbbing
erect
slick
engorged
mucosal membranes exchanging energy

hands firmly gripping hips
maintaining position
babbling descending from her mouth
as she straddles mine

there's more territory to be explored
more valleys
more cliffs

the softness of her belly
which one day will hold tomorrow
striped already
marked with love called biscuits with jam
hush puppies and banana pudding
gorgeously sloping to
desire
the roundness of her where
my hands will rest
finding home there in sleep to come

But now
My fingers find her path
with no resistance
etching into her a map to ecstasy
two
three
four
before the grip my right hand maintained, falters

Brazen and bold
searching and finding
she now takes the reins 
and rides into the place we've both been traveling to

the Earth's crust cracks
as I hear only the first syllable of my name
through water
Her core forcing itself deeper into my suction
feeling her quakes reverberate into my jaw
12
15
19 tremors
copious femininity flows from her into me
and me into 500 TC

her skeleton unable to sustain her
she tumbles literally
leaving the throne of my mouth
for the softness of a pillow top 

gingerly
with great care
her hips are relocated perpendicular to mine
under my power 
bringing her face
level with mine
seeing her lashes
breath heavy
these moments
me, her, and God





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