Worship

Silken hardness
Sliding length
Of bulging veins
And swelling pink
Pillow tip
Rests on my tongue
Bitter salt
I come undone
Velvet sleeve
Round stainless rod
You reach and seek
My sex, your god
My tongue’s heat deals
Its white-hot lashes
Until your lava
Spills and splashes
Silver droplets
Milk runs down
Your aching shaft
Your shining crown
I catch each drop
And find your eyes
And see your hunger
Satisfied.

1 Response to Worship

  1. kittykat on April 27, 2015 at 6:57 am says:

    Sooooooo good!

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