TELEPATHIC LOTUS

hot ride

in you,

quick quim

cum too,

shaft slide

deep wide,

grip him

veined blue.

deep throat

with smoke,

moans moat

invoke,

tongue like a limpet

on your moon-

crescent lit

syrup spoon.

rocked round your rim

four fingers in,

soft stroke

your high note

in drab dusk

and damp dawn-

through its musk

warm swarm.

Copyright Strider Marcus Jones. 20th June, 2009. MAVERICKS.