The Performers

By C. Rickster

Gently I push you to the 

Cushion of your mattress

Teasing, I work my way 

Down your length

And begin to compose my 

Symphony

My tongue performs in 

Part with my lips

Trying to coax music from you as I would a

Cello

To hear your voice sing my name

Loud and operatic

A cacophony of emotion fills the room

Hips rocking

Thrusting

The crescendo begins deep in the pit of your belly

Climbing higher

My hand guiding, instructing its intensity until finally

And explosive forte

Hits the back of my 

Throat and I

Suckle every last drop

Of your goodness

Sigh, as the beauty of our composition sinks in

And I crawl into your arms and we are

Soothed to sleep by our 

Opus

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