cunnilingus, erotic poetry, fountain's geyser, moon blood, ocean's outrage, poem, sea foam and ache, swollen
I thirst where you seep. Where others haven’t
touched you. Where you don’t touch yourself either.
I love the wet grace found in cock and cunt,
in cum and kisses. All that flows, lover,
is ours. Bathe your body in river mud.
At night, on the bank, under a full moon,
between your raised hips, feed me your moon-blood.
What your body doesn’t want I’ll take. Cruel
to waste such a gift and deny my thirst.
Who else has stirred such swollen wet passions
in you? You seep like damp honey coating
my tongue. Soon, lick after lick, you will burst
into waves. Drown me. Cum like a fountain’s
geyser. Shake like a quake in the ocean.