spurts and spasms

lips curve
down the
slender shaft
of pale skin
lined in red
forming tight
into spongy
tissue engulfed
and swelling
for my tongue
to catch the tip
falling lick after
lick into indented
spaces of exit where
bile and the seeds of
birth may meet

it is on my back at
this late hour or in
the day perhaps that I
may take your straddled
body and swallow down your
snake its forked tongue of
stringy liquids waiting
to burst in my mouth

you lean back to let me
take in your tight and
freshly clean cavern of
flesh

my lips meeting in moments
of bliss with you

stroking fully my own
till we both unite in spurts
and spasms of silent howls