Please, touch me, and I will touch you,
beg you to release me from bondage
to the slavish devotion
I give to my hungers.
Yes, turn around my love,
turn so that I may
reach you with my mouth.
Turn so that I may bury my cries
into the soft, moist center of life.
I place my mouth upon you
as you devour me,
the feel of your lips slippery velvet
as you taste me
with the small cat laps of your tongue.
Stop for a second
while you have me in your mouth.
as I am slowly using my mouth
as a bridge for the lust you inspire.

Poetry by:
CalSurf2