Then slowly yet quickly lips part and tongues dart
and hands look for comfortable places to rest
while lips meandering traipse from nape to chest
then down to the navel with teasing intent
as long as I’m able, but the pleasing’s hell bent.
It’s hard to fire warning shots over the bow
with such a hot target in the crosshairs right NOW.
My will has no power in this, I have found
a sly smile simmers, looking up, going down.
I dive and I delve and one lone quiet“oh!”
finds friends and crescendos over and over.
While pulsing gyrations undulate and flow
I drink from the fountain till it starts to slow.
Then I rise to attention to plant my flag
not for God and country, lay claim or to brag
but to increase the chance that one day again
to return to this place, this lover, this friend
to drink from this fountain and regain my youth
and try to be selfless, but to tell you the truth
I’ve sated your hunger so please bring your thirst
cause next time I’d like you going down first.