her diction

[january.17.2008.7:07pm.est]


wanting me to
fuck him.
i did so clothed;
he questioned how.

words loose from
my tongue penetrated
inside of his ear as
saliva made whipsers
so smooth seep into
his minds reasoning.

my tongue lightly
traced the outline
of his lobes as
he moaned in pleasure
begging me to fuck
his remaining orifices.

words serve as paints;
his mental the canvas.

my tongue uttered
rustles of enticement,
he prostrates.

i fed his ear
decorated nouns
with adjectival
phrases of sultry
origins,
head he gives.

all this done
without lying
on my back.

some women allow their
vaginas to hold control
of a mans dick.

yet few fail to
learn, obtain,
apply the power of
a womans diction.