Oral Fixation

At first impression,
you wouldn't think I'm a freak.
You wouldn't think I'm the type
to get caught in compromising positions,
reveling in secret midnight rendez-vous
for forbidden fornication.
You couldn't envision me
finding gratification
in anything deemed dirty, kinky...
just a bit...out of the ordinary.

But then you listen to my passionate prose,
laced in language that leaves you
standing at attention,
ready to serve if my body should call
for your hot chocolate erection.
You read my words
and you're ready to
flip, lick, tie me down,
bend me in every and any position,
contort my body in ways
not even the Kama Sutra could think up.

But see, you still have me all wrong.
I'm simple when it comes to
dealings of corporal pleasures.
I don't need red lights,
handcuffs and leather whips.
I just need you pressed inside,
feeling me so tight
your toes curl.
Need to feel you
so deep inside my essence
my eyes rolls so far back
I'm taken back in time in loops
like a broken record on repeat
simply to replay each exquisite moment
of our bodies intertwined.

Still, before you find
the path to my core...
I will steal you soul
in a single kiss,
then kiss a trail
like small volcanic aftershocks
from your cheek to your collar bone,
leaving goosebumps in their wake
like Morse Code.
Deep dark secrets written in braile
revealing how to find yourself
inside of me
translated only at the touch
of soft fingertips on warm skin.

Continue down the smooth terrain
of your dark frame
to where deep valleys dip
and a shrine is erected
at the veneration
of my mere presence.
And for your praises,
I show my gratitude
in light licks
on that spot
that makes you hot
in figure 8s with my tounge tip...
then swallow you whole
until inummerable wasted possibilities
of our unborn future
spill over 800 count Egyptian threads
leaving you spent....
and satisfied.

Now you may think I'm a freak!
Because you are unable
to erase the dirty scenes
that have invaded your thoughts
conjured up by words
from this seemingly angelic face.
Ashamed for craving me this much...
this bad!
But curious to know
just how good it is!
Proving I'm so much more
and you're simply not ready.
'Cuz while you sit staring at me
licking your lips that way,
this...well this...
is just verbal foreplay.