Chava, cunnilingus, erotic poetry, Love shall make us a threesome, mixed, niqabi, poem, Poetry, sonnet
Did your mother-in-law ever once guess
that your best friend, Chava, sat in the front
seat while you and I made an unholy mess
under your niqab in the back? “My cunt
needs this,” you shivered and Chava giggled.
Love is so hard to grasp. It’s all taboo
and shame until your friends arrive. Cuckold,
they call it … though what that is in Hebrew,
I don’t know; just that under your niqab
you are flood-warning wet. Later, back home,
Chava will tongue-fuck you in the bathroom,
tasting my cum mixed with yours while you grab
the sink and quake at the touch of a tongue
so long it feels she’s licking out your womb.