Buds

The salivating tongue swarmed between lips
Feverishly anticipating
A sense of satisfaction to sweep over
It’s buds.

The trembling hands reached towards gratification
Anxiously anticipating
The touch of a cool fulfilling shape
To grasp.

The pulsating brain prepared the perpetual waves
Of pleasure
To blur its senses and cloud its judgment
For tonight.

The parting lips gave way to acknowledge
The flowing
Of amber fluid sweeping past the gums
And buds.