Ambiflexual

                          Ambiflexual

S/he licked the black hot dew from Jorge’s pits.

He winced with warlock thrill inside his shaft,

Especially its head.  S/he pinched his tits,

First right, then left. S/he felt the pulsing of the haft

That held that head which s/he would take in thrall

With lips and tongue and spit and mouth.  She kissed

Her way in predatory wet slick crawl

Across his navel and then down.  He hissed

When s/he engulfed that head with heaven.  His

Eyes rolled beneath their lids as zings went up

To pleasure points inside his brain.  His jizz

Began to boil in balls, a hand their cup.

  He swooned in manliness and then the bloat

    Of shooting found its target down gagged throat.

Phillip Whidden