Too Much

 What will you do
when the shivers of bliss
ignited by my kiss
sends you shaking
and only signals me
to press my lips heavier
against yours?

What will you do
when your fight
from my bites
only sends my teeth deeper
into your tender flesh?

What will you do
when your kicking
from me licking
your lower loins
only drives my will
to further fill your inner
slot with slick, stiff tongue?

What will you do
when telling me to slow down
only makes me pound
it harder, sounding the alarms
for premature waterfalls?

What will you do
when your orgasmic gun
pops and rivers run
warm from the deepest
parts of you,
and from the rear
i whisper in your ear…
“I hope you're ready
for round two."