The Texture of Your Tongue

Not subtle, but there is an elegance to this erotic poem. It was placed to music and is available as part of his birthday podcast from 2006, along with some other rather wonderful spoken word and semi-song compositions. Worth a listen.

The Texture of Your Tongue

as your kisses head south,
your mouth
becomes a channel.
a pink gate to heaven,
where leavened words
become inarticulate.
but oh so eloquent.

the texture of your tongue
and the heat,
the sweet heat,
you share with me
as you bare me,
dare me to allow you
to seize control of my pleasure.

a measure of surrender.
no pretender here
to your solferino smile,
parted to slip and nip
and trip me into falling
even further into you.
as if I needed the encouragement.

reaching into me.
teaching me
just how much control
you have of my soul,
with a gentle touch
and an excruciatingly soft
press of lips and tongue.

your rhythm'd caresses
as your tresses
become tangled in my fingers
and I linger over...
nothing and no one before
or after this moment,
trapped in the texture of your tongue.


William F. DeVault. all rights reserved.