
Three-Part Peep Show – 2

exploring eroticism
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
lightly
tread carpet,
toes, tender-stroke the air.
A game of tug-tetris:
Let’s see which parts of you fit in me.
I want you to lick my clit.
Pink-pearlescent love bead, doused in silk gasoline,
throbbing.
Run your tongue all over,
want me, the taste of my
nectar.
Luscious laps
tip sliding to unfold:
I am beauty botanical, unfurling at your
suck.
Lips, use to caress, coax me.
Draw me, in pools, from within.
Ecstasy escaped in moans, my body
wirewool wound;
fingertips, pressing, mattress-excavating.
Slip, sip, slurp,
let my liquid over your chin,
beard-mingling, strands glistening.
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.