aching to feel your soulful hands
hold every thought i dream
and rise into your waiting mouth
apart at soul and seam..
in sated wake of loosened breath
and fingers danced to find
soft sultry hills of supple flesh
responding now in kind-
where lips lock tight on perfect mound
and life flows full in need
where digits pluck to saving grace
loves perfect swollen seed,
..and in great gift of blessed time
still unsure how or why
i hold on tight to perfect form
and watch sweet angel fly.