The summer heat allows for dark nights
To be lit by glistening silver silhouettes of lust
His sleeping body lays there
Shamelessly tempting her to the brink of sexual insanity
Does she awaken the serpent? Does she wait for his own yearning to arise?
Lust pink folds between her thighs moisten beneath hot thoughts
Paused anticipation gathers
As she decides upon the latter
Morning intimacy it is
In the wee hours of dusk
Masculine tongue re-familiarizes with feminine curves
Oral poetry beneath the duvet
A modern Doone, Whitman, Shakespeare, Frost
Writing quatrains, ballads, French sonnets with his mouth
Languages of love
Stars, stripes and swirls
Artistry narrated
Eager to please
Inaudible adoration encourages perfection
Lady fingers tug hair in violent pleasure
Passionate speech gets intercepted at the throat
As the brim is reached and overpowered,
He consumes all of his work
No drop goes untasted
Savoring the sweet and bitter
Between sips and gulps
The deep subconscious replaces unbalanced breaths
His mission is accomplished:
Sleeping with her on his lips
♥P.
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