suck it


suck it, he said
a whispered plea
he had done it for me
so I bow my head

down to a dark place
a forbidden garden
i move down, trembling,
feel him harden

i press my lips
to the salty tip
he moans and moves
and raises his hips

like a purple plum
ready to burst
with juices, so ripe,
i slake my thirst

the head swells up
at the touch of my tongue
nectar sticks there
sweet and clear
i kiss away
a perfect tear
a slender thread
ties lip to head

filling my mouth
with firm round fruit
he strains
my lips close round the root

then, breathless, i move
between his legs
tasting his two small
delicate eggs

such a strange intoxicating meat
my hunger increases
the more i eat

quickening now
i sense his need
he senses my hunger
he feeds me his seed

i feel the pulse
in my hand, the rush
a tightening
a searing gush

my tongue is scalded
with burning silk
i drink his hot rich
bitter milk

then pull away
as his spasms die
there, at the slit of the head,
like an eye
i see a swirl
a creamy smear
a perfect pearl

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