Taster’s Choice

Obsession, lust, infatuation   

Ghost man swaddling my heart, mind, the purity of my soul

The cradle of my care found in his rejuvenation   

As I lay in bed alone at night in the absence of slumber  The ritual of my calling he beckons   

Juju resting, my skin tingling   

Feeling his breath breezing over the benediction of my sanctuary from afar  

Supplications of the moon surrendering to light years of a cosmic lavational pull   

Silken passion he bequeaths, my skin, his domain, slowly dispensing cloth of hindrance  

Scorching love given by destiny’s midnight entanglement  

Mm… closing my eyes, I feel you my love  

Receptive murmurs I speak to the dusk  

Sluggish evolution of his mighty hands   

My body he draws ecstasy upon like a Picasso’s work of art  

The addictive of my nakedness his tongue wanders upon the feast of my offering  

Supplicatory affections as he merges his core unto me  

I feel the textual heat of his needs exploring my sacred tabernacle   

Taking him in the notes of my ideology, debauchery faltering  

Paralyzed to the asunder of my willingly suppleness  

Laden desires of supine passion, the altar of my lips he sacrifices   

Sweet droplets of my carnal pleasure

The fountain unto the drought of his mouth, the taste of me he quenches  

My hand, planted upon his crown of glory  

Pleasing me, teasing me, ever so slolwy  

His migration into my temple I open without regards of submission  

Lips, worshipping my skin, from feet to head  

Back arched, legs spread for the invitation to join me in the bed of our fornicate   

My moans of surrendering, he craves  

Cum unto me my love  

Waves of rapture, embedding deep inside   

Spiraling in the abyss of my inner sanctum  

My skin awakened in the anticipation  

Bathing my skin with splashes of his nocturnal scent

Goodnight, my love