My fingers crawl like ivy
Up the trellis of your spine
Bright red blossoms drip from your lips
Falling sighs tangled in the knots
Of my fists, clenching
Rising up into the warm summer sway
Of hips that keep the tide’s time
My mouth drinking sweet and salt
Thirsting for swollen ripe purple lips
Drooling upon the banquet of your thighs
A ravenous glutton
Sinning for his supper
Devouring your cries along with every kiss
Sumptuous writhing, mumbling
Carving every name of your glory
With hands and breath and eyes
Pouring fresh, rich wine from deep vessels
Until empty, my cheek rests upon your belly.


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