Oath

Made a promise  when we first met 

Wasn't too freaky when we first met


That would change come time for tongue
Signed my name on that clit
Had so wet needed a sponge

Toes curling,  breathing fast you screaming my name and reaching for pillows. 
Used to have you feeling high like you smoking weeds filled cigar illus. 

Know you miss this but won't admit it
I so miss the taste of your pleasure and how my tongue flicked your clit like a feather. 

You know I love pleasing so every time I ate. 
 I swore an oath to that pussy. 
I solemnly swear to always me you cum or squirt. 

Rebirth ( the beauty)

We take this
vile, vulgar
temporal existence
and somehow make it
beautiful

we make
bodily fluids
into summer rain
sloppy wet kisses
into vintage wine
pressure & pain
into screams
of passion

and as time’s illusion
bends and breaks
us all
into a million little pieces

with each stroke
i serenade the universe
in praise
of this gift

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.