by Kylyssa Shay
Nestled snugly in honeyed heaven's north
there is a piece of paradise so sweet
that the essence of joy may blossom forth.
My tongue yearns for that lush kernel of heat
tender, slick flesh peeking eagerly out
from fragrant folds swollen with keen delights.
My worship is both lusty and devout
as the succulent clitoris invites-
at the cathedral of her thighs I pray
down on my knees, my face buried in bliss.
Fingers laced in my hair show me the way,
guiding my mouth to each delicious kiss.