I’m slowly recovering from substance abuse
I’ve tried dope, eccies, speed and smack
But none give me a hit like your hot pussy juice.
Head between legs, fingers inside
The smell of your arse takes my nose for a ride
But none of that matters when my tongue’s on your cunt,
When your juice and my spit mix, fall to the ground and splatter
I swoon and croon when I lie downwind, scents twisting and seeping deep into my skin
Ululating silently against the the torrent of gushing, crashing thoughts
That smell, that taste of Desire, Excitement, Calm, Period and myriad others
Blood sweat and long dried smears
A hand covered nail to palm in sweet red tissue isn’t something I’ll forget, not for years and years.
Wish I could convey the beauty it holds
Driving me mad, a red flag to my bull
Shivers down my spine from the slightest taste or feeling of you
Craving a sniff of your mouth watering smell
But there’s no one I can talk to, no one I can tell
My passion my prison, I feel so alone
I wish I could feel you cum in my mouth and hear you moan.
Anonymous Submission, 2020