“ pleasuring you ”
c.2001, Miriam M. Wynnby candlelight,
I spread my fingertips across you
molding away aches, and pains
I trail my breath across you
seeking tender spots, secret planes;
I watch you stretch to meet my gaze;the large, hot length of you is giant, intimidating,
but each murmur, each sigh, makes me brave;
your thick tousled hair makes me smile, smug
as you turn this way and that against the sheets;your skin is sweet, carries the smell I can’t forget,
a minty mountain dew of you
the low deep call for more in your throat
creates a pleasing soundtrack;
and I love making you bed for more.by morning sunlight,
I sink to kneel before you, my knight
as you gleam and sparkle under sprays of water
your lips parting on an unbelieving moan
your hand falls back, your body aches
you push yourself into my mouth;I taste, and such, and lick you leisurely,
your rod a comely delicacy,
your hands grip the wall, the curtain
you thrust in a haze of steam and slick,
and when you come the treasure spills,
a triumphant prize for me to lick.by shadow light,
my hand slides down beneath the sheets to
find you sleeping beneath soft cotton
my fingers naughty, my smile catty,
I track your shape until you rise,
hardening at my covert call,
hungering with a mating call;I grip and play with the tongue between your thighs
and listen to the soft little sounds you make
lingering, I enjoy anticipation,
feeling you grow in the dark, warm shadows
until I decide to make you mineI slide down, beneath the covers,
hungry for the meal that waits.
I take you, rub your plush cap against my parted lips,
my favorite past time an oral swirl and flick
I trace the lines, the veins, the slope, the rise,
I tease, enjoying the sight of you spread wide;and when my tongue finds the silken sacs
I gasp to hear the helpless moans you make;
kneeling, I’m spread wide and soaking wet
each pant, each word, each curse, each
affirmation that falls from your lips
making me hungrier, juicer, sweeter, tighter,
gaping and eager to swallow, to be filled.I suckle, the two sweet plums that hang tightened there,
like rambutans, lychees, delicious kiwis,
trembling breathless and ripe on the vine
and each glide of my tongue around, between, and along
makes you squirm, rise against me, rise harder, and higher;there’s nothing like the mindfucked gasp,
that shudder and reach and tortured lean forward,
when my tongue slides from the base of your globes,
up to the shaft, along the peak, and then down,
and I swallow you whole–
there’s nothing like your cock in my mouth
your taste and your smell, your flesh, and your body:shuddering, thrusting, flung open before me,
your pleasure my own, your helpless desire mine, too;
and when you come, your shock, your shaking end,
excites me like nothing else in this world
the spill and the sensitive response to my prolongued attention
the everlasting shake I put you through
and if I could I’d suck forever
all for the delicious pleasure I so easily get
from simply pleasuring you.