Senses

A to Z I find this strange
Questions should be good
I'd rather chop off my thumb
Or something made of woy od

My mind is crisp, clear and defined
Images coming, hard and fast
I see your lip is beautiful
To suck, to bite, to lick

Arms come around , grasping your hands
Bodies in position
We're now in forbidden lands
Shivering with excitement

In my head, your lip is stuck
Torture all the while
For this only I wish to suck
Feelings in a pile

Tongues will be fat
Some will be small
Either way they're moist and wiggly
To suck, to bite, to lick the all

Underwater our eyes blink open
We see into them both
My lips close around yours
My love, a new growth

More for you, I groan and plea
Your warmth is what I want
Maybe someday you will see
Me you seem to taunt

Author's Note

Just was a silly poem based off restrained desire c: