when I come into you when you feel me there somehow different than my hand fingers alive inside moving you riding you wanting you the way you want me or my tongue inside you and upon you pulsing gently knowing your knowing of me knowing when to be still when to move just from this place to that place softly when to go wild with all the spirit rising in a becoming a giving just for you my awareness of you expressing in my tongue’s touch and its fastening upon and in you everything that I am
but when I come into you
and you feel me there
want me there you know I go someplace so deep in me and you take just that from me give it to me because you take it hold me within you as I hold you within me and we rock into what I need and you need together