Rising from the Tarmac

Rolling through velvet steam

wet dips my aching tongue to your

wild electric

charged with your woman scent and

comely melting flood

cascading down mouth and chin

rising up to meet again the

coaxing tip of my tongue lashing

deeper still against your buried power house

of lusting thrust ignited

find the highway and lift your wheels

separating tarmack peals away




and you soar




all stopps pulled as you ride the thick

air of cream rising into ether

and I ride with you

as passenger

and pilot

of your rushing journey

into waves of stars and molten bellies