Love letter

You said
write me a love letter

I spread you eagle
across my desk

as my tongue became
a pen

Down there

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 

Nightfall on my Tongue

Nightfall on the tip of my tongue 
twists between your legs 
as I stab your lost worth 
held in my hands 
into your trembling body 
  
balancing you on my shoulders 
whispering 'beautiful' 
against your shiny smooth crevice 
with every lap i  taste your  thank you's 
a flavor like no other 
  
and I beg for more
  
like a flipped coin 
Your back lays on the earths floor 
folding you like paper 
I plunge to the deepest place 
our bones will allow 
grinding you into the ground 
  
I pound your insistence 
liquid sounds echo in skin rhythm 
Your hands stretch my welcome 
I drill your Universe 
until we reach oblivion 

Oral Sex

My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry

Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?

Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?

Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas

A poetic tantra to My poetry is Rhythm, Feelings, and Emotions and if I include love into my poetry

Does that make my poetry Oral Sex?

Can I lay you down with my poetry and kiss your shoulders with a whisper?

Tell you you’re beautiful in more than 5 stanzas

A poetic tantra to induce a climaxing flowing river through your body

Because baby sweet nothings

are nothing

I’ve only just begun

First I start with your mind

Sharing words that entice your fantasies

Asking your self can it be?

Don’t stress love

It’s only Poetry

My version of Oral Sex

The greatest lover you ever met

Touching you metaphysically

Making you wet

Not your body first

But your heart I caress

No need to undress

As I address

How you make me feel

I want to interlock every word I conceptualize

Allowing my imagination to consume you

Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden

My poetry is starting to harden

I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics

I tend to get caught up with word play

Poetic Intercourse

In a room full of strangers

With the spotlight

On you

While I use soliloquies

To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations

The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words

Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul

As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance

Titalize with the tip of an adjective

I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive

And I tend to speak with my hands

So hold onto my words

As my fingers do the talking

Expressing what I’m truly wanting

Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb

Breathe slowly and take it in

It’s only poetry

My version of Oral Sex a climaxing flowing river through your body

Because baby sweet nothings

are nothing

I’ve only just begun

First I start with your mind

Sharing words that entice your fantasies

Asking your self can it be?

Don’t stress love

It’s only Poetry

My version of Oral Sex

The greatest lover you ever met

Touching you metaphysically

Making you wet

Not your body first

But your heart I caress

No need to undress

As I address

How you make me feel

I want to interlock every word I conceptualize

Allowing my imagination to consume you

Until you and only you realize I have the key to your secret garden

My poetry is starting to harden

I apologize for being blunt and pardon my bold letters and linguistics

I tend to get caught up with word play

Poetic Intercourse

In a room full of strangers

With the spotlight

On you

While I use soliloquies

To surrender you into feeling my every word with soothing commas and intimate punctuations

The collective of expressions I lust to voice are a litigation of words

Battling for supreme rights into your heart, body, mind, and soul

As my lips try to reach the inside of yours from a distance

Titalize with the tip of an adjective

I’ll speak soft and slow if you are sensitive

And I tend to speak with my hands

So hold onto my words

As my fingers do the talking

Expressing what I’m truly wanting

Because when I put two nouns into a poem to create a verb

Breathe slowly and take it in

It’s only poetry

My version of Oral Sex

Every Thought Of You

Each thought of you fills me with sweet emotion;
I give to you my deepest devotion.
My fondest wishes you completely fulfill;
I love you totally, and I always will.

FRUSTRATION

I want you, I want you, I want you so much.
You would not believe how I long for your touch.
I can't help myself, I'm completely obsessed
By the thought of your glorious body undressed.
I swoon at your voice, when I see you I blush.
What is it about you that gives me this rush?
My head's full of daydreams, provoking my lust,
And plans for your conquest; for have you, I must!
I'll practise seduction, use all of my charms,
And end this frustration, one night, in your arms.

Her Taste

Her taste to put it in words its compared to as the perfect day

Her taste would keep any man's sexual appetite at bay

When I taste her juices I make sure its slow deliberate and sensual

Now picture me touching tasting and lickin to trey songs usual

After that I put LICK by Joi on repeat cuz it fits the mood so much better

Now while she's laying on the bed I tickle where my tongue will go with a feather

Just to build my anticipation of where my tongue will go on its journey

 After the first lick  I look up to say u taste so Simply Sweet,  she then replies boy you so corny

We both giggle but it doesn't ruin the mood as i start tongue kissing her lowe lips

She moans and tenses up so i bein to and nibble on her clit cuz it gives her fits

I hold her legs down I lock my jaws tighter and more deliberate on her sweet spot she twists and twists

Her legs are shaking she's breathing heavily her stomach begins to do what I call the "Sexual Wave" because she is about to reach her sexual bliss

She put a curve in her back and screams right there her juices flow like its a tsunami
she lays down but cant be stil cuz she is in ecstacy

Her Taste
Her Taste is sublime and ONE of a Kind