Time for a September sonnet. There's a fine line in erotic poetry between being too poetic and too explicit. I think this sonnet walks the line.
the extraordinary commonplace It might seem far too common even to deserve a notice or remark -- yet still, to be there was unusual, and through her auspices I felt the wondrous thrill that comes with special accolade. Indeed, this deed is honorary, as it serves no procreative purpose, for the seed goes unfulfilled -- and yet it gave my nerves refreshment and excitement; thus it means far more than just release, and makes a bond beyond mere words, e'en though within these scenes her tongue was certainly involved. A fond remembrance only, now, but then my soul was held within her mouth, upright and whole.