Push Of the Tides

tongue tips taste
a southernmost place
on the lines that the honey has
trailed

she writhes so alive
with my attention inside
as she guides my fire
like the push of the tides

with her half lidded eyes
and her head to the side
a lick of the lips
with each thrust of her hips

feel the arch of her back
with each lusting attack
as she reins me, she feeds
on her passionate steed

all the fire that lies
down her warm tapered thighs
in the deepest embrace
undulations of grace

and the blush to her face
as I bind her in pearls
as her lithe body aches
her decorum unfurls

and she's lifted by whispers
with the warmth that I've kissed her
as I'm drenched in her perfume
all the length of me consumed