colors.

When she honors me, when she wraps her soft, sculpted lips around my pussy, I lose myself in a kaleidoscope of color.

Red. She revs my engines, lubricating my folds through tender passes of a skillful tongue. Fiery flashes of passion runs deep through my pussy, my thighs, down my spine. I lose myself in a wave of crimson, and as her tongue pushes into me, yellow.

Surrounded by shine, sun. The warmth of a summer’s day in the South. Grandma’s cookies and an extra slice of pie for dessert. Bright, illustrious yellow as a finger massages the entrance to my soul, my womb. My pussy is in surrender, at the mercy of the tongue that sucks, and loves, and caresses my clit. I welcome the sun. I stand in the sun like Olivia and celebrate the love between her and I, and I extend rays down to her as I watch her, her face full, covered in my pussy’s nectar.

Green. I’m on my back now, in the grass. She honors me with her fingers, through my earth to reach my core. She finds my pleasure and spiritually beckons me to look at the blooms. The flowers, nectar-bearing and ripe, give way to the penetration of bees. She penetrates me deeply, green grass, green, grounding energy. The bees. Steady penetration, my clit throbs. I feel earth moving, quaking. Giving way to the oceans. Blue.

Deep, moving, rolling ocean water. The trickle of a tap. The intensity of high tide. Rolling waves. My body is lifted beyond my control, in the deep blue of the ocean. Weightless, in her control. Every lick, suck, thrust sends icy blue shivers through the whole of me. I melt. Blue. I fall into a bed of flowers, every petal felt against my sensitive skin. I feel everything. Her love. My release. My queendom.

Purple. Regal. She bestowed upon me a gift that my soul received. She gave of herself, to give me freedom from reality for a little while. She honors me, but is never a subject- she’s beside me as King. Purple surrounds my intention as she pulls me under her protection. I sigh. I release. I am free. We are free.