Butterfly Kisses
Already, the cat has my tongue
so why do you put your finger
over my lips
when you so desire
what my tongue can do...
The way you arch your back
groan and moan
coyly bite your lips
then call out the name of God!
For I am in your loving reach
causing you to grab my hair in joy
prompting my lips and tongue not to stop
I worship you with butterfly kisses
inside your lovely thighs
All the way down
to your fertile garden
with bush of nesting egg
provoking me to thirst..
Copyright © Ken Carroll | Year Posted 2014
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