Supping From The Furry Cup by Paul Tristram

Hesitating momentarily,
before the licking & lapping starts,
to inhale deeply
the warm, wispy scent
of her swollen womanhood.
She’s glistening already
& gyrating her hips slightly
in a faint circular motion.
Mound jutting out perfectly
like a soft target… a beacon,
stirring something ancient inside
and beckoning me home.
Gently twitching inner thighs
brush & butterfly kiss
my rough, 4 day stubbled jawbone.
As I taste for the entrance first…
sucking & tonguing enthusiastically
the inner flesh of her sex.
Slotting perfectly onto
the perineum chin-rest.
I start properly, in no hurry
but with plenty of gusto.
To excavate gasps & moans
before channelling my sticky way… up.

Paul Tristram is a Welsh writer who has poems, short stories, sketches and photography published in many publications around the world, he yearns to tattoo porcelain bridesmaids instead of digging empty graves for innocence at midnight; this too may pass, yet. Buy his books ‘Scribblings Of A Madman’ (Lit Fest Press) http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1943170096 ‘Poetry From The Nearest Barstool’ at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326241036 And a split poetry book ‘The Raven And The Vagabond Heart’ with Bethany W Pope at http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1326415204 You can also read his poems and stories here! http://paultristram.blogspot.co.uk/