Crawling to you
sheets soaked in sex
falling from my body
black liquid fading from pale flesh
Creeping up a tongue was to follow
Finger to nailed tips gliding over contours
Eyes caught up within the vastness of your taste
fresh on my lips that yearn for more
The taunt of muscle as in flexed beneath
the grind of sinew bellowing into me
frail tongue touches
A teasing of things to come
begging hands subdued
high on iron bars
Taking you in inch by sickening sweet inch
Honey dew on morning grass
lapping you up
Tasting you deep
Tasting you throb.
