My tongue is a tidal wave,
Washing over the landscape
Causing the firmament to quake

From the tumult
The taste of salt and reach
Building to an utter breach

Gooseflesh and swollen
Breast filigreed by moist caress
Bridge backed insistent

Nail dug nape directed
Your flesh a collected dictionary
Of lust and history I shall read gladly

This book of life
It’s mystic ancient index
Caught in the savour of your sex

Like twin struck strings
We quiver and shake the buildings
Until we spill our rivers of ecstatic yielding