A Sign of Sublime - Sarah Jezebel Deva

Kneel to me, cum unto me

Show me what this can be

I’m open, ease my flow

Scrapping of the tongues below

I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime

The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme

Take what you see, expect nothing of me

This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee

Hands that slide, no emotion to hide

A flick of a lick, your will shall subside

No guilt for this lechary

Untamed are your eyes burned deep into me

I scratch down your back, A sign of sublime

The itch of the twitch, our internal rhyme

Take what you see, expect nothing of me

This silky flesh, a pulse beckons thee

A salt, that stains my lips

Gently ease the hips

Bind into our sign of sublime