My Vice
My Muse
We cum together like beasts
sniffing each other frantically
for mating
Salty spume laps ridged shores
of your womb in crashing waves
beneath a somnambulist sunrise
that throws a day-glow rainbow
like break light out to the world
as a pathway to tactical withdrawal
to your river of
opulent olive flesh
She as plush exotic
openly offers me her milk
and after suckling from Goddess's breasts
a marauding wolf with snow-white down
having trespassed your womb
his fur matted & drenched
with your womb’s ablution in excess
I the wolf prowl
Her lemon-scented grass
She
as
Primal Succubus
and Earth Mother
you have offered
the wolf
rivers of cum and
rivers of your milk
as succor’s movable feast
where I cum
to greedily drink
