It all begins with a beautiful taste.
Kneeling at the bed like an altar,
palms gliding along bare thighs,
caresses cascading as you begin
to open yourself to me.
You begin to drizzle your secrets,
parcel out the darkest needs
one aching flick at a time
when my tongue slides inside.
Your taste is everything beautiful to me,
sweet summer rain showering dark afternoons,
crashing and intermingling all sugary dews,
licking the brief glow of a violent ember
touching a face almost lost in the winter’s eve.
My tongue and fingers become seamless,
testing the delicate flexes of tight wet walls,
probing the furthest reaches discovered,
holding you deep inside of my lungs
as you exhale my name syllable by syllable.
Our demanding bodies soon begin to shift
like planets meeting in lust’s mist,
licking the innermost fiery channel
as your lips seal to the very root.
Tongue cascading hard sensitive inches,
mouth imprisoning this hard need
throbbing forcefully at your command
as I rise without cease for you.
As my secrets begin to trickle out,
you taste the way I quiver,
one aching drop at a time when
your tongue swirls the trickling tip.
I taste everything beautiful in you,
the very end of heartache,
the fever that surrounded after a kiss
intermingled two curious young mouths
crashing together for the first time,
licking the temporary nectar that escaped
when I never hesitated to envelope another.
Our tongues communicate seamlessly,
pushing far beyond what thresholds
we once believed could never be ignited,
drowning in your delicious essence
as you make me tremble by humming
every syllable of my name one by one.
Our demanding bodies inevitably seize,
writhe together in eruptions and floods,
souls cascading into one being
greedily devoured without abandon.
It all begins with a beautiful taste,
with you opening to me.
