Moist serpentine coil of your tongue
engulfs head of my lingam
My tongue advances as serpent in bush
on to pastures veiled teasingly by grass in prairies
At pointed strokes of my tongue
sprouts out of ground
buttery mushroom of your quivering clit
And the ground parts beneath
in lake
with throbbing waters
banks pulsating
Prairie ground not so flat anymore
dormant shapes assume form
arid land is no more
juices flow
Yoni rises with a thrust
inviting thrust of my lingam
thrust for thrust
throb for throb
Yoni
lingam
in tryst
bestowing on mortals
image of god
in heavenly bliss
