Dark Passion/Poetry

~ Dark Passion ~

The slipping tongue,

That shines, gleams, and glides,

Out of the mouth, the lips towards-

A better catch-

The sickly sweet, syrupy honey,

Which glistens as it falls,

In slow, glittering succession,

Of drops, onto this tongue-

Better than anything which this tongue-

Has yet poured out to touch-

In the open air,

While the gleaming of dark syrup,

And snaking tongue,

Finally become as one.

But . . .

I do wonder, how this bodily function,

Has enwrapped such lust, as this . . .

Because the blissful, caressing warmth,

Of this still unbelievable, true, gently tickling, cold, appendage-

Has taken inside . . .

All of my tender, womanly passion,

The sweet and most dear yet unnamed,

Desire,

The courses, throughout my blood,

And finally-

Drips,

Inside of your loving folds forever.