Feathery kisses on earlobes land then
Gingerly trek the ridge from neck to collarbone
Hot breath on cool skin, the saliva-traced circle evaporates
Its wetness an areola skirts, encircling and suckling
An unweaning nipple engorges
Induced goosebumps ripple journeying southward
Mouth trail blazes
Gulping new pathways down fluffy pillowy slopes
Slip-sliding through undulating plains
Trace sensual meridians to a lost oasis
Tongue snakes lap-licking
Alights
Then takes flight
Ignites Venus’ mound from which a goddess rises
Between twin scalloped petals
Throbbing pink and livid purple
Hovering then hoovering
Until inner thighs tingle – involuntarily
Nerve-end receptor overloads, spasms, triggers and
Inflames the deep-set pearl, glistening ruddily
Lips interlocking “lips”, the tongue rudely rummaging
Draws open the velvety curtain’s succulent folds
Desperately searching for a million ways to fit - finds one!
Loin interlocking groin, as though conjoined
The pulsating softnesses env’loping
Tentatively at first
In slow-motion
Then more deliberately,
Sheaths with practised ease the solitary hardness – enveloped
Fingers interlocking toes, push forward
Knees slip beneath hips
Back arching bow-like till angles slide-rule into synchrony
Eyes interlocking eyes – beseechingly pleading release
Yet still hung’ring to be devoured, drowned and driven insane
Finding that groove while frequencies steadily align
Oscillating tofu orbs match amplitudes of fugitive moans
Ebbing and flowing in binary
Switch from void to non-void, to void once more - ad infinitum
Brows furrow, quiv’ring as momentum
Builds from the repeated traversings
Into a lair of luscious squishy flesh
That yield to the froings and toings
Caressing Gräfenberg’s talisman, soft then hard
Head snaps one side then backwards
Pupils dilate and irises dart wildly around
While morphing stank-faces blend into a blur
Upper teeth clench lower lip tenderly
As the mounting intensity urges
An intensifying urgency
Each cajoling and imploring the other: Ever onward!
Shallow syncopated gasps staccato
Abs coil in step with flutt’ring eye lids
Body convulsing, futilely trying to hold out
Till at last, “la petite mort”
Overcomes and
Explodes
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