Would you taste the same if
wet with surrender
you parted your legs for the length of my tongue
and I searched your flesh with my fingers
to fill in every void?
I would show you what was taught me
in the decades as they passed
to push your head back toward the pillow
and grip your golden moaning throat,
keeping time until in waves you cum:
into my mouth,
the sheets, and
on the
floor.
Oh to revel in that sweet abandon
vulgar and depraved.
Meditating at the temple of
your tan and timeless
ass.
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