It’s a drenching heated night.
Our tongues flittered, yours
tickled my tonsils. It was awesome.
The feeling was right.
.
A long deep whine, I wiggled
into place. Warbled sound
of a cricket’s cry. The waxing of your lips.
Thinking how wonderful.
.
My sounded protest as your hand
slides ‘tween my thighs. I quivered in
delight and secretly sighed. Life should always
be this enjoyable.
.
After my fight, I give into our desire
to bite me. Let’s never say good bye,
not for one night, even it means it is my time
to slowly give in and die.
