Divinity’s Dish

My tongue roams about your body,
Taking in all of your tastes.
Licking soft sweet skin,
Not one inch or morsal left to waste.
Seeking your most potent flavours,
The flavours I favour above all.
And there I settle to savour,
To please my palate and soul.
My tongue drawing delights,
Drawing forth senses that overwhelm.
Your body giving me everything,
Both captors of feminine spells.
My tongue roams your body,
In search of that heavenly myth.
Only to find it to be all too real,
To find nirvana in you and divinity’s dish.

Real Imaginary

Your middle area ascendant

How I long for, how I conjure

Your tiny white ghosts

In my circulating dream

Your life giving streams

All that finger licking cream…

For you, I will go to extremes

Your form, transcendent

True love, clear and pure

Experiencing the imaginary

You plus me equals we

Whether near or far

Whether deep…deep inside

My body, or my mind

My mirror you will always be

I love you☠️☠️