: Lap

You pushed your tongue inside of me
Firm, steaming muscle
And made me spill inside your mouth.
Sipped, drank the tsunami, then
Poured a kiss into my lips.

Palms around arms: intention, tight
You gave your seat;
Flesh pressed into fabric
My body at angles over your knee.
I am a dancer: fingers
                                                   tread carpet,
 toes, tender-stroke the air.

A game of tug-tetris:

Let’s see which parts of you fit in me.

: Lap (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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