a mountain of moist flesh
its aroma fills me as i aproach its running flow
i bring first my tongue lightly to it
and let it sink slowly into its moistness
my tongue is lost in its river
and i lap up its juice
the skin of my tongue like a snake against its tenderness
i slither through the smooth sculpture
and press into it squeezing its juices toward me
like a warm fruit it is eager this way
and her body awakens
i have tapped her source
and now she floats, levitated above us
dancing to a slow a'ria

i watch this dance through the darkness of my eyelids
my hands running across her body
her legs
feeling her
and moving with her
and once afloat like a kite
she grabs my head to steer
and i am held tightly in her reins

she surfs every wave
and screams from her escape to the edge of the sea
where she prances around like daisies in the wind
and pulls at me heavily so as not to miss a change in direction

she rides my tongue right into the crashing waves
and the water plumets down upon her
and she tenses her muscles taught
letting the waves carry her back to shore

and then slowly
she lets herself off my saddle
placing me back into her stable
to cool down after her long journey