Worship

Image by Mooreno

Trembling,
I come
to his feet.
Unsubtle, wishful craving
indulging in his scent.
Content,
his lap, like velvet
his thigh against my kiss,
with reverence to his pleasure
present him with my lips.
Attend to undulation,
inflamed and hurried vine
with mindful exaltation
I drink of him like wine.
A feast of adoration
sweet pulsing of delight
a quivering engagement
unholy is the night

-kyuuri