Dreams of Sappho

Words are not spoken
but spilled from our lips
in vowels darkly smooth
as your slick, licked thighs
which part at my beckoning

cool flesh cushions my face,
flushed by memories
of dream-drunk afternoons
and promises tendered
in naked submission

lips caress your lips,
shedding their bounty
of honeyed secrets,
each touch soft as the rumour
of our hearts’ murmurings

tongue tip ventures slyly,
slipping and sliding
between petal-pink skin,
musky and dew-drenched
as a rose’s blossom

a drift of sighs, haunting
wisps of nothingness,
betray the gentle quaking
of breasts, stirred
by timeless meanderings

licking and lapping,
my tongue’s breadth
slakes a thirst beyond thirst,
cheeks steeped in spit
and your gilded nectar

as smooth as moss,
fur smooth as velvet moss,
damp and flat, pillows my jaw
while tongue, teeth and lips
unite in their feasting

slowly your bud unfurls,
its pink tip shyly peaking
winkingly, teasingly
and is swiftly swallowed
within my mouth’s embrace

a finger, two slim fingers,
curl and stretch and stiffen,
straighten, curl and tender
ceaseless explorations
of my darling’s wanting

choruses of fingers,
in and in and in,
beat out their rhythmic tune
as lips sing silent hymns
to your unfettered beauty

fist of fingers, clenched
like a love bird's beak,
a womb-wet, hungry beak,
consume your emptiness
with their every filling

fingers buried in you,
fingers played upon you,
pressing in and out of you,
are hastening my sweetheart
to love's final destination

hands sweep tousled hair,
now squeeze your bruise-red nipples,
now clutch these sodden bedsheets,
but are powerless to protect you
against this endless ending

surrender now, my darling,
salve your senseless longing,
drown yourself in seas
of fathomless and
shoreless rapture

drench me with your silver,
hum your song of pleasure,
your body tells me everything
that I have ever
dreamed of