THE SHIRA'QA'S KISS

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Upon her knee, before me free
Gives cause for celebration

The way unclasped, a muffled gasp
She gazes in admiration

The happy trail, along the veil
Leads her into dark temptation

Purséd lip upon the tip
Give rise to expectation

A gasp of pain, her hair restrained
I thrust with exaltation

A breath inhaled, her mouth impaled
Fleeting thoughts of indignation

Yet my pleaséd moan, in monotone
She abandons reservation

She lifts her head, then down she spread
My post with lubrication

My fingers curl, as tongue she swirls
Send me waves of stimulation

My body shakes, and her throat aches
Swallowing seeds of creation

-Tah’lon Vorrith (Talinvor)