I love it when you taste
you
on my lips
the slow strumming of
tongues
melting into one
sensuous melody
you don’t mind
that I just came from
down there
then softly
passionately
kiss your lips
to give back to you
the sweetness you have given
to me
you are curious about
what it’s like
why I spend so much time
down there
exploring your sacred space
you want to fully understand this obsession
that keeps us both up at night
I could explain it in metaphors
compare it to cherries
or some exotic wine...
but the real truth is this:
It’s the anticipation of what is to come
as I slowly kiss my way
from your neck down to your navel
It’s the first taste
of salty sweetness
as I gently part your lips
It’s the way your tender back arches
when I’m in just the right spot
It’s the moans of pleasure you release
with each gentle caress of my tongue
It’s the way you grind your hips
and paint my face
with the color of your soul
It’s the slow symphonious build to climax
and the way you release it all
like it is as primal
like it is as necessary
for you
as it is for me
