I want to be alone with you in a room with a fireplace; I would be lying before the fire, naked and blindfolded. Your lips on mine and then, in the dark and in the warmth of the fire, let your lips draw the map of every centimeter of my body.
Perfect poesy would unzip a queen,
Tongued so lavishly, diction pristine.
So mouth me the secret of cunnilingus,
Its labial rhyme, probing distinguished.
Eat me her squirm of worded buckling, 18 more words