Holy of Holies

Wet fingers laved in sexual balm
Flowing from your depths
Moisturize your puffy lips
And ripen them

I look into your eyes
With mine desiring
And kiss those pillowed lips,
Pink labia within

Ankles in my grasp, I lift them high
And spread to show your
Glistening ginger lips,
Jack-in-the-Pulpit

Swelling in your spongy nest
This sacred host
Awash in lucid ambience
Awaits my lingual lick

Now on my knees
My face so close
I sniff the scent of femininity
The fragrance of your drenched desire

With softened lips
I kiss your moistened nook
(Your clam) mouth covered
Tongued along your luscious trench

Beyond your supple ring
Your dripping cavern,
The holy of holies,
Awaits the worship of my phallic breach