Experience Of A Nympho© Poem by Tsbiyah Bat Yah

Kinetic metacarpals grabble my terrainious torso the static current summoning electric spasms.
We dive into an abyss of dexterity.
Causing fetal positions of cancerous remission.
Permanent conditions.
An orgasmic hiatus that vindicates the mind.
Biting the pillow gripping the bed substantially taken from behind.
In your ear I passionately whimper perverse words of promiscuity.
Indescribable the ineffable things that you do to me.
The epitome of an aphrodisiac: your personal jezebel.
As you consume every drop of my nectar your palpation compels.
Your soul begging me to desire you the same way that it hungers for me.
Your body a complex map that I analyze thoroughly.
And with an inability to say no to me.
You point to all the places that you want my lips to BE.
Chivalry of thine pestle protein became kryptonite.
Your tongue gliding across my naval moving with ease.
With an arch in my back I vibrate like the buzzes in a hive of honeybees.
Honey pours.