: Head


Head over lap, I take you in;
Your length, a flume into my breath.
    Lips, my, entrance to an oasis of erogeny:
 hot, dripping, wet, tight,
tropic-balmy bite, aflood in pools of

molten salt-taffy and splashing enzyme.

I thrill at your thrust inside my mouth, cum
so deep I can swallow you
                          whole.
My cheeks, filled with you, tussling
flesh on pink insides.
My tongue laps over tender tip, teeth graze latitudes:

A stroke,
a choke, and
Your ink
              spilling
                          down
                                    my
                                           chin.

: Head (reading audio – use headphones for best experience)

Published by Ciona Bhachu Nankervis

Multilingual, British Indian (Panjabi) writer and artist from Birmingham, UK.

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