As promised here is the second part to my 3 word challenge poem. I felt the first part was ‘softer’ and shorter than I usually write. Hope you enjoy pt2
Queen in the making pt2
I hear the whispers of your longing. My ears drink in the songs of your desires. Candles watch. Voyeuristic bystanders. They flicker with soft golden adulation. Fill the room with a blanket of gentle light. I place kisses that dance down your back like clear sky moonlight dances on sea surface. Playful. Soft. Illusive.
My mouth wants know the mathematics of your figure. The equation of you is a torturous-beauty. Mysterious as the mathematics use to build the pyramids. A wonder upon this earth. I wish to taste the circumference of your nipples, lick around the radius of your breasts, suck along the lines that are the diameter of your inner thighs. Have the sum of your pleasure be worked out on the tip of my tongue.
I wish to release your frustration. Set free in a revolution of warm mouth, soft lips and long tongue. Emancipate them from the chains of confined lust, the shackles of demour expectation. Set them free so your passion & urges can roam the terrain of orgasmic fulfilment.
I want to perform an oral dance across the dance floor of your wetness. A waltz around your clit, a tango between the folds of your woman lips. I wish to perform a tongue zumba inside of you. Lay you on your stomach and give you tongue backshots. Slide deep into the salty sweetness of your ocean. Go 10,000 leagues deep. Swim. Do tongue butterfly strokes. I don’t want to just give you cullingus I wish to give you a written on your clit. Give you a poem write with the ink of your wetness. Have your moans be the punctuation and grammar. And your orgasm …. It will be my tongue poems full stop.
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