In words
she works
her dangerous tongue
shaping the
desires that were,
are, and yet to ***.
Viper eyes
of Egyptian fire
surge towards me
purging any urge
I have to resist
the demon’s lips
that ache to kiss
my tired flesh
to death.
It has been far too long.
Rain never looming.
My eyes always averted,
hands working out
****** frustration,
but when I face her
I yearn to bend
to her whims.
She commands me
to crawl
and I do.
She demands
that I beg
and I do.
Then she tells me
to devour her flesh
as she devours me
and my tongue
whips viciously
savaging
her moist lips.
Legs parting,
heart thumping,
she demands
all that I am
as a man.
I become hers
and give in
pumping
with a passionate fury.
We howl,
growl,
and nip.
The wet sounds
of desire’s fulfillment
fills the room.
We are consumed
in such a sweet
****** tempest.
Till we part,
only temporarily satisfied
animals waiting to refresh
so, we can feed the lust
again, and again.