Fucking Me

You could fuck me til my eyes bloom

Until the flowers open up their chest and have the honey to the hive bursting from its comb

I’m a mature tea drinker and sipper 

No added sweetner

I succumb to every flavor

Letting my tongue dance at your lids

Waking up and into your soothe 

Feasting on your desperation 

No part time lover mediocre fucking

I’m sucking, licking, gripping, and fingering your candy corners 

Let your peninsula splash every area of my island

These moments are vacations away  

I’ll bring the party favors

This subtle top creams at your vigorous dominance

This dominion of compensation paid extensive over time 

Sleepless nights turned sunsets into sunrises

Spending embellished moon gazes between bosoms and pardoned hungers 

Engaged as every gaze dances to the strapping beast 

Thoughts preceded walls crumbling into humbled consequences

The position was nine past six as the clock ticked

Gentle throat grabs tighten as each thrust increases

Riding the riddle of cum punch lines

Certifying the precedent of caress with silk skin glides 

Baby you will always cum first

The waves were pure in distilled waters 

The faded lines were repeatedly respected

I heard the broken boundaries of your comfort cry

As your  inhibition’s fled when I gormandized my concessions

Your spirit said push every limit to these subjective injections

These bodies have been outlined by every poets genuine poison 

Falling in love with gifted anticipatory orgasms

There’s no plagiarism in this fucking

Imprudent culmination

This is all yours

This is all ours

You could fuck me til my eyes bloom 

Until the flowers open up their chest and have the honey to the hive bursting from its comb

I’ll meet you at baggage claim as long as you don’t linger when I open up my gates 

Exposing every certification that I’m a fucking animal with a sweet tooth for the rarity in our sex gains.