love song #3

(Note* This was on an IPhone notepad while having sex:
I have been wanting to challenge myself lately)

Poetic licks on quilted sheets
Read over lips to ears replete
With care for lovesong and sultry eyes
Though tongue does lisp past swollen thighs
And fingers drift my mountainsides

I lie

If wet is what you must insist
With pulling hair and belted wrist
Sucking life from moistened clit
Then diving into each abyss
Until I piss

I wish

You would read me more than poetry
While braiding hair beneath a tree
Lavish me in picnic breeze
Shower me with courtesies
Do exactly as I please

With ease