Cunnilingual Ramblings

Heading south from brown-topped, firm-soft peaks
Cross undulating plains of glistening down
My tongue the deep-cut crevice seeks
Then on to the nose-deep thicket mound
Sirens calling from the complex folds and creeks.

My fingers scouting on ahead
Pry open dense and cushioning thighs
Pass over foothill lips and hardening clitoral head
Urged on by offered cunt and sexual sighs
My mouth pursuing where my hand had earlier led.

Intensely focused in extremes of give and take
Blind, and lost in suck and lick and drink
A few swallows and gymnastic tonguing do a summer make
Savour the flowing vulval stink
And swim in the filling sexual lake.

Her obscene words now flow and spill
My fingers in her damp-walled, smooth-walled cave
Explore her bulging 'neath the outdoor pleasure hill
Climbing before the threatening wave
Her tightening grip, for a brief pre-storm moment still.

Then mare's strange cries and wild-horse bucking bum
Thighs crush my ears, combining thrill with hurt
Athletic tongue now almost spent, and numb
She fills my mouth and nose with hissing, pissing spurt
Cunt melting face in a tidal wave of come.