Where She Always Been

I gorge on her warm slippery sincere lips, Hands routinely patting her velvety form down to the hips, Ingeniously curved behind waste away my mind; I feel the blaze at my hand tips! I look in depth through her eyes love sidling over my face with sheen, I see the beauty I always wished I’d have seen, I wonder and wonder still where she always been! I wonder and wonder still like a confounded poet. I set her down cautiously like a practiced sex worker; hands groping over and over again where surely no man ever been, I paste my tongue through the deep, O! I wish I could explain how she wakes up the makings in me, But I don’t know how she does it! Out of the ordinary she does it! I feel the concentration engorging mine heart to burl; Too hard, too deep I fall to a dance patient and kind, I fall to a dance that feeds the body, soul and mind; And she holds me closely tight! She holds me closely tight still I wonder and wonder still where she always been! I wonder and wonder still like a confounded poet.