I kiss you on the lips, lightly at first, the caress of a butterfly’s wings
Then harder, hungrily, my desire burning like the trapped lava of an unspent volcano, ready to erupt
I take your nipple into my mouth, my tongue flicking back and forth, biting gently like a playful kitten
Your pleasure is my sole focus, driven by the thought of bringing you to climax like the peak of an orchestral overture
My head moves between your legs, seeking out your wetness, as desperate as someone lost in the desert,
Only this is no mirage. And you rise to meet me, like a deep water swell in a vast tumultuous ocean
Fingers plunge inside, your body melting into me and over me like coconut ice cream dripping down your chin
My tender touch gives way to something animal, your guttural moans begging me onwards
Finally I find it, your sweet spot, your rawness, my fingers moving rhythmically inside you, like a concerto: one, two, three
Until you gush and gush and your release covers me, from tingling fingertips to aching wrist
You lay, spent, breath slowing gradually like a spinning top coming to a stop
And then we kiss again, your body swaying with mine like trees in a gentle breeze
Mermaid Poetry 