My tongue is searching

Softly

Confused by your fingers

Salty

Your eyes have a voice

Clearly, bright

Your hands wander slowly

Wake me

You want to see me

I show you

Your gaze becomes black

A satin pool, drawing me in

Your tentative stroke

Releases

I am a red cauldron of fire

Magma for your loins

We are a secret

Kept, unkempt

As dirty as lies

As solemn as truth

I am a thunderstorm, 

Waiting

You are a lightning strike, 

Recurrent

Your lips scorch my heart

It’s hurting

You show me your glistening

For which I yearned,  

In feverous dreams

My lips run across

Your smell echoes through me

You take me in, drink me whole

I devour your flesh, your essence

Your breath, a rhythm

Close to my ear

Pulsing through me

Words are lost

Ardorous,

Regretless shame  

Lingering flashes

Your sweet aftertaste

In the back of my mouth