My poem this morning is a departure from my normal free-flow style. Now, I am not versed in a lot of the theory of poetry beyond the basic definitions of stanza, line, rhyme and literary devices, so I would be hard pressed to explain the rhythm of this piece in terms of meter, feet and the like. Suffice to say, I tried to keep true to the rhythm that was in my head and still produce an enjoyable read. That being said, enjoy the yogic breathing and the…
Naked, I wake, stiff rod in air,
Waiting for you to place your lips there.
Lick the tip, slowly devour;
Taste it, love it, engulf with your flower.
As rod disappears down willing throat,
Place slit over lips, starting to quote
Language of licking; making you cum…
Eyes roll back quickly, world rocked & spun.
Two morning lovers, locked in embrace.
Pleasing each other, finesse & grace
In every action; we, rising sun greet …
Morning salutations upon the bedsheet.