tools of love

There is no beginning
No end
No limiting this moment
In time we move
In wet delight
skin glistening hot
We slide, nibble, bite, and lick
Tonight.

It is not lust alone we feel
Though I see it in your black eyes
We are captives in this moment
Tied, and bound, in a furry
My body sours toward you
You mouth devours me, drinking me in
To the brink, the edge your tongue carries me
Tonight..

From its unseen hiding place
The hard, warm instrument is drawn
Into your tiny hand it rises
Detached maleness, a lick, a suck
But it is not a mouth it seeks
With heated eyes you lean close to me
“This is our cock,” you voice whispers
In response me legs fly open
Tonight.

You rise above our nest and linger there
I see the manifestation of manhood
Dangling, suspended in its strap
Wrapped there, it covers my delight
You are androgyny in definition
And your heat glows over me
No toy this
No titillation for the sake of it
Your love for me is demonstrated
Tonight

With joyous skill and
Rhapsodic joy you
Enter me
Moving there in my honey your
Deeper than I dreamed and
With passion and fire you drive
Into me
Spreading my honey
Tonight