Composing emotion

Using metaphors as a median

A race with words

To make your body feel driven

Trails of emission,

Beginning at your feet

Messaging the tread

Releasing tension from the day

My mouth is an aphrodisiac

Allow satisfaction to fuel your mind

Gently swallowing all of your toes

With a warm lip wrap

Revving up your engine

The tip of pronunciation

 Ascending down the lane

Ticklish and bearable

No need for lane change

Anticipation builds

As my tongue starts to skid

Always enjoying

The way foreplay is made

Moistness dampens the street

So speed is reduced

Heading towards thighs

Where experience glides

Rounding the first turn

Hugging the left corner

Jettison past with centrifugal force

Hitting the straight away

To thunder your days

Entering the next turn

Letting up on the gas

Time my hands

As they work in your pit stop

Caressing hips

With ambidextrous ability

Cruising behind

Opening up on the throttle

Shift gears with automatic ease

You display a checkered flag

But I’m sorry baby

There’s still ten laps to go…