Tidal Wave:

Legs eleven
I need them
Shoulder height
Infatuated
I run my tongue
Head to toe
The taste of honey
Over indulging
All the way up
Not missing an inch
Entrapment my intent
You’re wet,
And I’m erect
I wish to explore
Exposing your every want
Lighting you up
Properly prepared
Before I penetrate
The anticipation heightening
You quiver
A mini earthquake
The desired effect
Like a cocktail
I’m all about the mix
I need you to ache
And literary pulsate
You need to drink me all in...