From above, you peer
down at my submissive form
kneeling before you.
With skilled tongue I speak
silently and directly
to your very soul,
begging "love me" through
bruise-plump lips, love-stained and pursed,
suck'ling down your heart.
Slick it slides smoothly,
quenching my thirst and sating
growling hunger pains.
From below, I watch
as you relax and offer
me your everything.
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