Dance

Slipping against and longing for
that softest touch, that sweetest taste
of skin and lust and thought before
the want between us escalates

So high to climb and come back down
to climb again against your mouth
your heat, your lust, your hungry sounds
the love we use to both surround

But wait, with hands lost in your hair
I slow you more and still, and wait
while crashing distant, almost there
I urge you on , to tease, to taste

Nothing but the hungry thought
of you hard and swollen on my tongue
will bring to me release’ onslaught
like the taste of you as both we come.

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