Your syllables
rest on my mouth
breath shared
in the dark
My fingers follow
the path of your voice
across waking skin
Spark
Flint
finding stone
A faint mark
opening beneath touch.
Sensual fire
keeps hunger slow
it does not consume
It awaits the spill
from your wanton breath
lingers…. lingering
What you pour
through parted lips
swirling through
sultry legs
becomes elixir
Feeding my soul