Insania

INSANIA

I want to fill your tongue stroking my nipples

Your fingers kindling my g-spot

Urging me to a higher state of ecstasy

The taste of your lips, massages my Naples.

Taking me to the peak, where my legs tremble

With each dabble of your love handle

Paddling along the stage where my lover is the host, play Wright and poet

Working in sync, and steady like each verse

Each verse filled with greed and grunts, ever so blunt that the rivers of his love will never quench

Each stroke, trace and note releases a gorging release of endorphins

Endorphins, like a pill I’m addicted and cannot be filled.