Wednesday, March 24, 2010

the way you do

i love the do me
the flat of your tongue
against the small of my back
licking outside the lines
illustrating love
impressions of your hunger
left in my softness...
tender tips rolling
over my slopes
like foamy white rapids
forming between clinched thighs
your name reverberating
off the surface of my skin
as you bookmark
every part of me
every mound
alley of kali
every stream of cream
the cave you crave
*i think my clit just waved*
YOU man...
pressing play
on my button
i've had before
comes close to the do me
pecks upon
the nape of my neck
you tasting every salty sweet
speck of my sweat
the power of my pulse
at the whim of your will
as i lie still
the way...
YOU do...
is the truth
NO one
does me the way you do
incessant fusions
of you
in me
my senses
my own touch
drawn unnaturally to your body
my sense of smell
taken over by the hints
of you still present
in whiffs of memory
swallowing air
that tastes like your love
me seeing you
with shut eyes
yet blinded when
gazing over you
how you do me...
has never been done
you'll keep doing me?

1 comment:

Reggie said...

There's some soul in this, nice post.

in the butterfly net...

i ink...i flow...i pen,
my soul, my words, my zen