Tonight, for the very first time, I performed this piece I wrote for the girl I love. It went really well. My classmates were super supportive and were talking about how they needed to up their game :-P
Here it is!
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
I’m going to make love to you like the sky is falling
Like God is coming for His own and the best form of worship I can muster to show my devotion to Him is through this union
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
Being inside you touches the tips of my weary soul longing for home
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
I play her body like a pipe organ, using the totality of mine to bring pleasure to her
Like two beacons of light indistinguishable from each other but on different wavelengths, my excitation inducing yours and your emission unraveling the essence of me
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
I want to make love to you like making love will usher in the kingdom of God
Where my worship to my God is real and my intimacy with you is ordained
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 pillow top
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