A Sample Taste
I was thinking, while the silk played my shoulders,
how I do love the curve of your lips,
when your smirk buries lust beyond my eyes.
You wrap me well,
sliding the band with gentle fingertips,
lifting me like a precious glass,
tying me off taut, dropping strands along naked arms
until I feel you, lips,
trace my neck move to my chest,
naked legs sensually slide my own apart while fingertips
tease my abdomen please,
stay here for some while, the feeling superb,
I don’t even know if I am actually erect,
your pulse on my body is a lovely command.
My wait affirmed as without reach or posture
lips encompass me with sweet result I nearly leap off my back,
yet your hands push me now, running my shoulders like a machine,
mouth, drawn, wet, tongue finding room and slide,
I am hard in your grip now, lost in a flurry of
whatever it is you do to me,
I cannot describe,
except that faint smile in my mind, as your body directs me
wherever you delight in causing gasp.
Soon I feel the cup of your fingers underneath me,
holding me with desire,
I wonder where the rest of you is landing while your mouth
plays me like the candlelight of a waxy moon.
Then it happens – I taste you, as your descent
lets me relish the beauty of you finally taking the time,