Oral Cultures
a Stephanie H. original
My sheets creased in confusion
Twisting between my fingers
Wondering why
I sleep so
Violently
My sheets gathered under me
To support my arching back
And
Down to the floor to protect his knees
While
Hanging carefully off the edge of the bed to catch my
Passion
Fruit
Juices
Dripping from his mouth
It was so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so, so
Hair-raising-eye-watering-cold-chill-hot flash-givingly good
That I
Yelped
When he threw my legs open
I exhaled
When he twisted his head sideways to make my kitty
Puurrrr
I giggled
When he told me how good I tasted
I happily screamed
When he thrusted
I moaned deeply
When he asked how many times it felt this good
I searched the silent walls for the answers
Cuz there were too many to count
I cried
When I----he said I love you
I smiled
When he kissed me
I tried to talk back
But my language gets primitive
Because
Lovin this good
Only exists in
Oral cultures