My tongue is searching
Softly
Confused by your fingers
Salty
Your eyes have a voice
Clearly, bright
Your hands wander slowly
Wake me
You want to see me
I show you
Your gaze becomes black
A satin pool, drawing me in
Your tentative stroke
Releases
I am a red cauldron of fire
Magma for your loins
We are a secret
Kept, unkempt
As dirty as lies
As solemn as truth
I am a thunderstorm,
Waiting
You are a lightning strike,
Recurrent
Your lips scorch my heart
It’s hurting
You show me your glistening
For which I yearned,
In feverous dreams
My lips run across
Your smell echoes through me
You take me in, drink me whole
I devour your flesh, your essence
Your breath, a rhythm
Close to my ear
Pulsing through me
Words are lost
Ardorous,
Regretless shame
Lingering flashes
Your sweet aftertaste
In the back of my mouth
