Nothing compares
to your clench
as your body arches
when I lick you,
two fingers within.
*
Nothing compares
to the croak
that marks your arrival
as your world stops,
and you fall.
*
Nothing compares
to the pulses
that course through you
spreading joy
from my touch.
*
Nothing compares
to the taste
of inside you
on lips, tongue,
and my fingers.
*
Nothing compares
to the peace
that surrounds you
as you lie
loved, and complete.
