I’ve never left this place
Your mouth silently sealing,
clasping like a hot wet ring
over a column of needy flesh
helplessly surging towards oblivion.
My name is a muffled moan,
but the world is roaring
at this animalistic edge where
you want to taste my soul.
And as your tongue dances inside,
a signature swirled on a throbbing root,
urging to relent and let the explosion come,
an entire being seizes and fills you….
I know I’ve never left this place.
