My pet, please let the whisper of my mouth
caress your neck where pulse beats out my name.
This lover’s liquid residue flows south,
a tongue of sweet saliva to your flame.
A sparkling ribbon glistens like a tear
down chest and belly’s saturated sheen.
It leads to where your tangled curls appear
like waves of ocean emptied from a stream.
Let mighty tides ingest our fiery urge.
Let molten lava spatter on the shore.
Your mountain spews a fountain from the surge
of native drums we pound as if at war.
Come paint my peach pink petals creamy white
and kiss my soft surrender to the night.