Make Me

i told her what to do

and she said

make me

her eyes teased in such a way

that thunder bellowed angrily in

my belly and

between my legs a pulsing wetness

trickled...

her mouth was a flower petal

scented like strawberries and vanilla

an undertone of musk and heady spice

hair spilling over me and hands touching everything but what

needed touching

make me

my head rose to meet lips

that were not as hungry as mine

she was patient

securing nubby flesh between my teeth and

caressing my captive lightly flicking

across its tip

enveloping starry horizons in one gulp

tasting mother earth

through divine openings

bathing

plunging into the core, center

molten flesh and impossibly soft

crevices...

and she cried out

she begged

she wanted to see god

she finally uttered as the last stroke came

make me...

(c) trinity wolf