Loving you is like being kissed by the stars

A whole galaxy of experiences,

Caught in between that space,

legs that are wrapped around a face

Our hair—a complete mess, and I must confess that the taste of you is a taste of cosmic prowess

And I’m always stuck on loving you for hours

As is our nature, we who dwell on this earth

I’ve now learnt that your natural waterfall flows

After I’ve treated your wet flower source with a timely worth

A slow tease creeps up and down your skin

Your arched knees are a resting ground before another

journey of my tongue. As the sweetest taste is a taste of fun

By the skin of teeth, are the few bite marks

I’ve left here and there. Your digging fingers in my hair,

Is all the pain you and I have to share.

It all seems fair.

You’re lost for words, choked up by fiery passion;

my gentle hand around your throat

And this rule of thumb; is the one you love to bite on

An aggressive action, but never to be passive

It’s 9:45, and quarter close to ten

Usually the time we should be resting in bed

But instead, I’m resting my tongue in you

It tastes like a perfect end