Your tongue is my ocean
when it barrels between petal’d lips—
cascades of flesh,
warmth sharpening the soft edge of sensuousness.
Such a kiss
smiling with our hands
an hourglass’s sand knows our destination not
squeeze moments into the muscle lining your thighs.
in your grasping ferocity upon my neck
my delicate paroxysms you count by inhalation.
god, all I want is your sex.
But your tongue is my ocean;
it echoes through these screens—
thought taunting daydreams
Where are we sanctioned?
Your. Every. Word.
is always annihilation.
Wistful, I absconded within your vision
whisper’d tendrils of reality unstitch from superstition.
tidal wave technology
tastes like you telling me: “Don’t you dare lick your lips.”
So I did.
Now, again, your colors shade timeline’s finest.
Identity-markers careen type into polemic,
thus for you I, bidden, rhyme.
Your tongue was my ocean
Verbal bruises riding up my breasts…
Memory’s pen whetting malcontent
Me—sucking the life from your fingertips
lashes crashing against your chest.
You—running truth deep into my hips.
We are being the asunder, roaring, immersed, together:
gods of atypical lust.