Don't expect me to explain.
It would require some form of logic
suspened by real thought.
Not make believe, not Peter Pan.
Excuse me while I hold you sweet morsel
underneath my nose,
your fragrance bitter,
yet wordlessly wonderful.
I insert, and wrap my tongue
around your welcoming form.
I bite tenderly, making love,
and you open wide letting your sweetness spread
in an orgasm of flavor.
Wave, after wave I ride,
until at last you're gone
and all that's left is a small
dribble from the side of my mouth
which I immediately catch with my eager tongue.
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