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Worship (poetry)


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I start on my knees. Quiescent, patient.

It’s part of the experience, the anticipation.

You watch me with amused eyes. I want it,

you want it, but you’re enjoying torturing us both.

“Show me.” A command. “Show me how you

Thank me.” I want to jump forward, like an

eager puppy, but I pause. Breathe. Reach for

your fly with delicate fingers. The sound of the

zipper sliding down creaks through the air.

Underneath it is the sound of my eager pants.

I release you, slide my fingers up your length.

Feel flesh that is hard but soft. Swollen with

desire for my mouth and my mouth and my

service. I shift up on my knees, slide my hands

over the strength of your thighs, I like to start

with kisses. Up and down your shaft, my tongue

laving at the head, flicking along the line of

your slit. Taking my time, taking in the strength

of you. I remember myself and flick my eyes up

to meet yours as I engulf you in my mouth.

Feel the stretch of my lips, tongue fluttering

Around you. You’re watching me. Fuck,

I love it when you watch me. A hand rests

on my hair. Closeness, connection. Wanting

to impress, I dip my head and suck. Take you

deep as I can and use my saliva to coat your

skin, bringing my hand into play to glide up and

down in that slickness. Faster, faster, then

slower. Easing off. Back to kisses. Making sure

you’re not too close to the edge. I look

up at you, see your face tightened in

desire. Impatience. Good, but you’ll also

have to wait. For I am here to worship.

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Why does this sound so good
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Why do you always find the mistake after you hit publish? Sigh.

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Beautifully written!
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You describe this so beautifully, capture the moment perfectly.  I love it when he looks down to watch aswell so hot 🔥 you should write more 😀

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You forgot to ask,"May i begin" 😉😉
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