Face First.

Sweet Ali, how I long to be,
Face first, in the ( Y )of you,
coming to an understanding
of all the ways I can
make it difficult for you to stand.
Nudging that firm bud of bliss
from beneath its hood of flesh,
with the wedge of my tongue.
Lightly dancing over its ruby sheen,
encasing it in my lips,
and making it my pacifier,
as you cry out like my babe.
Soon we'll give birth to orgasms
in your silk chasm split.
Tongue lashing, hips thrashing,
thighs clenching me tightly there.
Buried in the passion of your urges
slipping deep inside you,
nose nudging your nub
as my probe circles the g-spot-
G- stands for "God Almighty,
please don't stop,"
while you glide in a mad slide
up and down my face vertically,
across my horizontal lips.
Tongue in groove perfection,
your body quivering,
your tightly puckered hole spasm-ming.
Soon enough I will fill it
with something much, much,
longer than my tongue
stretching you
around Its hungry girth,
impaling you with a long,
sweet flesh tether
to the heavens that await us.
But first I must face,
face first, what is with
much delight now
coming between us.