The touch of skin, a brush of lips,
The feel of breath upon my hips
As down you swallow, down you slide
To take my length, to tongue. To glide
Your pout, your lips, your mouth, your smile,
Along me, inch by inch, by mile
Until in fevered groans, I come
And see your joy as lusting’s done.
So slip your body, to my face
To savour sexual seedlings’ taste
On you. And still your lip-sticked grin
Devours to make you want me in
The bath, the bed, the hall, the floor,
I want you nailed upon the door
My peg endeavoured, thrusting, done,
We snake to sleep, safe, coiled in come.

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