Paradise locked between my thighs,

and his mouth is intent on drinking my holy grail,

I churn with his tongue, begging for relief,

needing a break from the intensity, he

holds me down.

I feel the swell, the abundance of pleasure,

yet what I want is the length of him

penetrating without apology. Taking

spreading and stretching,

claiming and owning.

I want the warmth of his tongue to drink me, and

the enormity of his cock to fill me, I beg

for this, as

God is sung from my lips, and a holy prayer is answered.

Delicious; is what he says.

Again; is what I answer.