A Dirty Pleasure

Slickly sliding his tongue swivels
lightly in lines of love.
To the top of my head
to my tippy tippy toes,
toes that curl to circles.
Longing that somehow completes me.
Luxurious longing culminates lightly,
then switches it's self sweetly ON.
Shocking that shell which is she.
Filling the core of that shell
filing it with hollowness.
Such sweet emptiness swells,
lighting my veins like lightening.
How can a he, a filler of hollowness,
understand the empty depths,
that begs to be filled by your surging fullness?
Bodies press slick with sweat.
Passion passes from person to person.
Above me blue and blond blur
into a single expression,
Simple Bliss.
And now I'm flitting and flouting,
pressure of his passion still passing through.
Beauty becomes all I shall be
full of bliss in his eyes.