Let us taste the sunlight - IV
We kissed in the bleak sunlight,
sucking the nectar from the sunflowers
made of untouched lips.
But do the flowers have tongue like yours?
That yearn for more, like a wasp that bit me over long ago.
We taste blood soon, forgetting our human selves and let the tongue heal.
I Move to the cleavage and breasts,
to taste the valleys; the mysteries to be licked always smell different for an ecstacy brews,
For the love of gardens of Eden and the Mesopotamian urges, I kept going
through your breasts, your sighs, your lust and through your soul.
I felt your wetness with my tongue, between your legs: like an ocean of lust in full moon, full of waves.