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We Speak to Us in Tongues
Worshiping the most sensual of spirits,
those of the Kiss.
Imagine an orgasm kept right to the brink
of the plateau for about ten minutes straight.
Just one lick away from spilling over,
then a gentle breath to the fires for a moment,
a kiss on the thigh, a soft nuzzle
against your knee with my cheek,
my hands finding the lovely curves
and crests so proudly displayed.
Then, savagery performed,
a beast consuming the hunted,
passion flashing in time with now,
for a moment not quite long enough.
Hands holding sweet, rounded skin,
a sacred offering in the rites of tongue.
Hard sucking on that grandest bud
of electric flesh at the top
of the sacred cleft, glistening
with love's attention.
Then a few, soft sweet licks from the depths
of your love achingly slow, so slow
to the top, exploring, topography of lust,
discovery on the path to blessed release.
I yearn to become one with your temple,
flesh desired,
finding a new us in the merging of our musk. -Leroy mckitrick
Worshiping the most sensual of spirits,
those of the Kiss.
Imagine an orgasm kept right to the brink
of the plateau for about ten minutes straight.
Just one lick away from spilling over,
then a gentle breath to the fires for a moment,
a kiss on the thigh, a soft nuzzle
against your knee with my cheek,
my hands finding the lovely curves
and crests so proudly displayed.
Then, savagery performed,
a beast consuming the hunted,
passion flashing in time with now,
for a moment not quite long enough.
Hands holding sweet, rounded skin,
a sacred offering in the rites of tongue.
Hard sucking on that grandest bud
of electric flesh at the top
of the sacred cleft, glistening
with love's attention.
Then a few, soft sweet licks from the depths
of your love achingly slow, so slow
to the top, exploring, topography of lust,
discovery on the path to blessed release.
I yearn to become one with your temple,
flesh desired,
finding a new us in the merging of our musk. -Leroy mckitrick
