and she said
make me
her eyes teased in such a way
that thunder bellowed angrily in
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







