Spelunking
You breathe, then bend. The search began with slick
Communication of those probing lips
And tongue. It gave a fleshy, snake-like flick
Between them and you felt it near your hips
While warmth was still there in your mouth. Not quite
Like poison or like drugs, more magic than
Like saving medicine, it loosened tight
Resistance. Now you know too well why man
Was made the lord by God. Man wants your cave.
He wants deep exploration down in dark
Slopes. Shoulders back, you hunch. You make him rave
Inside your tunnel. You must have him stark
Within you. Follow that holy path, he
Intuits. You embrace him, lick his plea.