Sappho

Sappho

With pen in hand she wrote about
her lovers who without a doubt
were true in mind and fair of face
whose bodies were endued with grace.
Their sweet, soft breasts were fleshly round
with crests of nipples sweetly crowned
upon their areolas pink
that would get hard whenever tweaked
by thumb or fingers with a flick
across the nubs that were quite thick.

Their hair was black as raven wings
that was in curls in little rings
set on their foreheads to their ears
that then was wound in plaited spears
that when rolled up it made a bun
behind their heads where it was done
with golden combs to keep it set
where it their wondrous beauty met
their darkened brows and lovely eyes
that sparkled that made Sappho sigh,
but oh how much she loved their lips
that ahhh so wantonly she'd kiss
and feel their fullness with her tongue
that she would lick where she begun
her kiss of passion for a maid
whom she loved so in many ways.

And then their bodies were well-formed
with slender arms and shoulders warm,
but she loved so her lovers' chests
upon which were their pert, young breasts
on which she'd rest her wanton hands
with fingers that made it so grand.
Then from their breasts she'd slide them down
o'er abdomens so soft and round
with navels so puffed up and deep
in which Sappho would often seek
to stick her tongue into this hole
and lick and suck as tongues would go
around this form where she would leave
a pool of liquid she'd set free
from her dear mouth so tenderly
like teardrops that the eyes could see.

And then from there she'd slide on down
to their thick bushes on their mounds
all covered with their pubic hair
that was so dark with a slight flare
of a small ridge that travelled down
where in the silky hair was found
their hooded clits where there to be
a sexual nub for all to see
for women's clits are deigned on high
to be for pleasure from which sighs
a women's lips to touch and kiss
and suck with joy and tongue to flick
all for her pleasure deep within
her silken flesh and creamy skin.
And also as part of their charms
was long, dark hair in underarms
that long ago when she was born
was in her life the very norm.

And Sappho loved to while away
her time with lovers all the day
enamored of their girlish charms
so young, and soft, and fondly warm.
She'd run her fingers through their hair
upon their mons with tender care
while sliding fingers well between
their fluted lips with creamy sheen
that she'd help make them to flow down
from deep within their object found
between their legs where flesh meets flesh
that Sappho touched with sweet caress
of fingertips within their folds
where their vaginas she would hold
open with fingers to their sheaths
where maidenheads are kept so sweet
and creamy to her gentle touch
that loosed their fragrance and their musk
from love canals to catch their dew
which she would suck the wanton few
fingers she'd thrust into their holes
to gather up their creamy gold.

Sappho would often then go down
on them with her knees on the ground
with whimpers of her female sound
that echoed in her chamber round
that she would falsely purr and beg
to place her face between their legs
while they in turn would swoon and say,
"Oh, Sappho, suck and lick I pray
that I might know your pleasures given
from ass to hole and clit within
my hood that soon I will have out
from all your teasing with your mouth
and tongue and lips and panting breath
with sucking hard or sweet caress."

And as she'd suck upon their clits
sometimes upon her face they'd sit
so Sappho could bring in her hand
to their vaginas at her command
to thrust her fingers in and out
until they'd cry out with a shout
when finger-fucked now slow then fast
and wait as long as they could last.
Now as she sucked and thrust her hand
that made them swoon by her demands,
with fingertips she'd touch their Spot
from which their fluids would flow hot
and squirt into her waiting mouth
their love juice, cream, and amber spout
of urine that when mixed together
gave Sappho joy, a gift from heaven,
for she did so love her students
and what each one to her had meant
as she would teach them rhyme and verse
in lyric phrases she rehearsed
upon her lyre of sweetest sound
upon the earth or heaven-bound.

Sappho was an aristocrat
and, therefore, she could do all that
from learning all there was to know
to teaching women love also.
So she had time to write her rhyme
as lyric poet of her time
and also share her wanton charms
with women lovers in her arms.
Thus it is not just for her love
of women that she knew and loved,
but Sappho was a poet fine
for whom poetry was sublime
that Plato thought her the tenth Muse
whose lyric poems were fine to use
for learning life and love so true
as anyone should want to do.

Now to this day she has been known
according to the isle, her home,
of Lesbos in the land of Greece
that she so loved in times of peace.
And since her days ages ago
women have loved her for they know
of her own love of women, too,
just as they love and as they do.
And in her name they claim the call
of lesbians both one and all.
So Sappho hear your sisters' cries
to want this love between their thighs
along with love of their true selves
that is complete when truly felt.
So Sappho hear the cries through time
of those who Tip the Velvet fine.

Maggie Red Rose