paralyzed from the soft feather touch
of your hot hungry tongue.
It’s a teasing dance every time,
the choreography is subtle one moment,
deliberate and unrelenting the next,
but I know to remain still.
A mouthful of fire ready to engulf
every aching fiber that makes me.
I can only lie back as you seal
around my throbbing hard column,
utter your name in a sudden gasp.
Like a secret singeing the air,
fingers clawing into the sheets
as if the earth has been stripped
of its entire atmosphere.
Every little precise twist stills me,
your gliding hand knows the exact rhythm
to make me melt in your possessive grip.
I’m akin to an instrument lying here,
one you’ve mastered with practice,
the chords you’ve struck are hot whispers
and sweet nothings one moment,
delirious, unrelenting pleas the next,
but I know to stay still.
To float in the notes played
and remember that I am the one
who has promised to submit tonight.
A mouth of slick fire envelopes
every inch that cannot stop quivering,
I can only lie back and tremble at the tide
swelling through these delicate veins,
moan your name without abandon.
Like an ancient chant that will
place the world’s stars in my eyes
before I’m blinded with their brilliant bursts.
Every surge overtakes me,
a volcanic release arrives,
fiery liquid your sealed lips
steal every jet and drop of.
I can only remain pinned down
in this obliterating eruption,
as you absorb a part of my essence
and make it yours forever.
