You know my greedy hunger all too well,
the ravenous thirst yearning to be sated.

You hover close enough to tease
just beyond my tongue's reach,
wetness seeping through a thin layer,
filling my lungs with the unmistakable
raw scent of your deepest want.

Telling me to wait for you,
for the first drip of honey.

You finally descend to let me
taste you through a silky sheen,
make you feel each moan
reverberating against swollen lips.

We lose patience soon enough.

Knowing that the nectar contains meaning
beyond its indelible mysterious flavor,
the canal flooding, the column hardening,
instruments fluted and strummed
in oblivion's maddening chorus.

The thin layer pulled aside,
I clean you with a swift lick,
from rosebud to glistening slit
before stretching you from within.

The sudden forceful intrusion summons
a searing river upon my greedy tongue.

A hunger also calls out in you,
mouth sealed around a thick ache,
legs trembling as my name
is groaned through deep gags.

You know my greedy hunger too well,
the thirst that your honey quenches.

You devour more the farther I travel,
memorizing every swirl that triggers
helpless shockwaves through inner walls,
every tremor that mercilessly ripples
through you with pure ecstasy.

We lose patience soon enough.

Knowing our every inflection and motion
is born from a deeper yearning these bodies
serve as the intricate instruments of,
the iris widening, the spheres turning volcanic.

Telling me to no longer wait,
to greedily drink the heated honey,
to explode as you seize and burst,
as the sudden river bathes my tongue.

You know my greedy hunger all too well.