Loving you is like being kissed by the stars
A whole galaxy of experiences,
Caught in between that space,
legs that are wrapped around a face
Our hair—a complete mess, and I must confess that the taste of you is a taste of cosmic prowess
And I’m always stuck on loving you for hours
As is our nature, we who dwell on this earth
I’ve now learnt that your natural waterfall flows
After I’ve treated your wet flower source with a timely worth
A slow tease creeps up and down your skin
Your arched knees are a resting ground before another
journey of my tongue. As the sweetest taste is a taste of fun
By the skin of teeth, are the few bite marks
I’ve left here and there. Your digging fingers in my hair,
Is all the pain you and I have to share.
It all seems fair.
You’re lost for words, choked up by fiery passion;
my gentle hand around your throat
And this rule of thumb; is the one you love to bite on
An aggressive action, but never to be passive
It’s 9:45, and quarter close to ten
Usually the time we should be resting in bed
But instead, I’m resting my tongue in you
It tastes like a perfect end
