Your Name in My Mouth 🌶🌶
Your name drips slow from my parted lips,
a velvet pulse, a honeyed sip.
I murmur it low, then whisper it sweet,
a prayer, a promise, a need incomplete.
Your hand in my hair, your breath at my ear,
your voice a command, steady and clear.
“Say it again.” I do as I’m told,
each syllable melting, fevered and bold.
Your thumb at my mouth, tracing the shape,
testing, teasing, demanding my gape.
“Wider, my love.” I shudder, obey,
my lips parting soft, inviting your stay.
I taste you now, your salt on my tongue,
a groan, a gasp, the night’s just begun.
Your name, my mantra, I moan, I hum,
until I am silenced—filled, overcome.
Your fingers tighten, praising my grace,
as I take you deeper, finding my place.
Your name, once whispered, now thick in my throat,
swallowed whole as I learn what you wrote.
No words remain, no need for more,
just the sound of worship, the hush of the floor.
My mouth is yours, my lips devout,
your name—iterated—breathless, drawn out.
xoxo, Firefly ❤️🔥
p.s. How does it make you feel when a lover whispers your name?