There is a luxury
In your naked offer.

A Christianity in your pout and pose,
The promise of a second coming,
Perhaps a third,
If I kneel and praise your tiny lord.

Spread your legs.

I think it and you obey
And you pull your knees up with your palms
To offer me a menu.
A damp hollow inside a moist harbour,
Above a forbidden entrance.

You smooth yourself.
Sample me your smile suggests.
Taste me. Touch me.
Your eyes glisten with,
An addict's anticipation.

The scent inside of you,
Creates an uncontrollable hunger,
Your body is a now a feast and
I envy you.

I kindle, I savour,
Rim the edge your event horizon,
A forbidden temptation
Orbits around the pucker of a black hole,
Before a broad flat tongue
Begins to lick you,
Like a strawberry ice cream cone.

Be as promiscuous as you like I whisper.
Raise your hips to meet my mouth,
Seal the suction of my lips with clitoral precision,
Hold my head with firm soft hands
Then as light as a hummingbird,
I will begin to speak in tongues,
Until a madness descends.