I am thirsty, drunk for something exotic, erotic,
that will make my teeth shine, slick as my
tongue moves over angels….
I would love to bloody your words as
you speak in scarlet tinsel, dancing,
Would you let me trace, rake, take?
Could I be the forever?
My lips lick my appetite, counting the
drops till I’m done, but never to end.
I want to make you gush, blush, but
I would never rush….
I would be deliberate, consistent, eating
You would become my favorite food, all
to indulge my lust….
I will feed as you watch my eyes become
moons, rising for you…
You gather my hair like pages,
opening as I become your addiction, telling
Awakened, you become thirsty…..
Let me cover your mouth with mine
to dine, for a time….
Would you accept my kiss, your
blonde locks twined with my brown,
I wonder if you would need directing
or you would know what to do as words
were silent, stilled…..
Would you get hard against me, could
I stir your adolescent fantasies?
Would you take my lead, or try to
trace your own?
I want to show you what you could
become, how to taste me slowly, to
watch and wait….
My finger, going in circles, you
will be mine…
Hands on my face, setting the
pace, up to meet you, finally….
I wonder what your flavor would be,
your aftertaste, against my tongue
as you settle, swirling, coloring
I want to swoon as the moon touches us
in magic, as this moment hushes……