Rising Tide

There is a rise of passion,
like flickering flames
dancing with the wetness on my tongue;
buds of longing salivating desire
to taste the sweet, salty flesh
with its nutrients of human need and sustenance.
Something hides behind the curtained folds
of my mouth,
making pools with word and lust.
I ache to lick you clean
empty your giving
with a small suckling's need.

Reviews

[mysticgmekeepr]

aren't we such magical mixes of opposites and contradictions seeking balance and harmony first within ourselves and then with the world around us.

[Ed Hart]

i hear birds sing, the wind in the trees, the ocean greet the shore in all the flavors of content, and discontent; i hear you