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“Hey, don’t clutch your hand over your mouth…

Nothing is going to happen that you do not want to happen.”



I could see the tears welling up…

I  could sense your fear…

     As it became plain to the eye…Your bottom lip quivering.



“I don’t…

I mean…

I haven’t ever—“



I kiss your hand,

Suck gently on your fingertip.



“I’ve never done this with a woman.”  You nearly choke.



“Honey…you simply do not understand…

GENTLE, is the only what I know how to be.

My heart is soft…

I can’t seem to get it off my sleeve.”



Turning your hand over…

I barely drag the very tip of my tongue over

       Your palm.



“Baby, it’s like pudding….and I’m a little kid.”



Your face perplexes at the thought.



I run my fingers over your skin,

      To that familiar mount of coconut like hair,

           Slip  into  that inner cavern of syrupy



LIQUID DREAMS.





Feeling your body become a human pretzel…

      Writhing and Reckless---



Groans escape your lips like….

       The agitated grate of mixer beaters chipping

            Against the side of a glass bowl.



For something so

       Wonderful...

       Delightful...

       The anticipation of something purely



LOVING AND HEALING.





This appears violent…

        Breath slow at first,

        Then gradating into heavier respirations.

        Moans soft like whimpers—grow—

        Into cataclysmic thunder in canyon walls.

        It's like a swan gliding in a pool  that turns into a

        Caribbean bird slammed by a hurricane.



WHAT TUMULTUOUS PLEASURE...



I harden my tongue,

        Part your lips,

        Poke it through the bars of the beater wand…

        Curl my tongue and lick on the back side

                Of the first bars…

                Inside to the Left…

                Inside to the Right…

        

Then, those long strokes...

You’ve been longing for….up and down…

        Posturing my tongue,

        Hard to get to the center of you.



Then I turn the beater wand again,

        And start the process over…and over…



And I have not yet begun…

        TO FULLY ENJOY…YOU!



I kiss your knees,

        Up your thighs…

                Like I’m unlocking a gate.



Fully relaxed, full of desire…

         Your legs open---REVEALING ALL OF YOU…

                

AND I AM IN AWE OF YOUR…BOWL…



I  flit my tongue, dart and lick…

        Around and around the rim….



Mmmmm…Chocolate, Vanilla, Pistachio, Butterscotch, Tapioca---

        There is not one flavor of a WOMAN

        I DO NOT LOVE…

        I DO NOT WANT TO LIVE WITHOUT!



I lick shallow,

I lick deep,

Eventually, I will get to the bottom of you.





EXCEPT…THERE IS NO BOTTOM!!!





My tongue…

     Will leap,

     Will dance,

     Will pull you in,

     Will pluck your fruit,

     Will speak a new language of love,

     Will do anything and everything to please you…



I WILL hear you scream from delight!



You won’t ever have to beg…

    You will flow like a fiver,

  

AND I NEVER LEAVE PUDDING IN THE BOTTOM OF THE BOWL.