You let me sit on your lap
My face buried between the delightful crook of your neck and shoulder
A vast expanse I've yet to conquer
Cheek-to-cheek
Chest-to-chest
Letting me sniff your oddly sweet hair
Rubbing my head against you
Practically purring
Tasteless
Salt slight
Liquid pearl
Like it came from a warm body
The way you twitched and jutted in my mouth
I made quick, easy art of you
Fingers and the divine length of you
Like your body was made for me
Perhaps I'm in a scene
Too perfect not to be
Too many nights spent dreaming about it
The shape of you hardening
neath that thin layer
Surrendering to the surreal
Swirling around the secret
Swallowing by the sinful
Have other girls commented on it before?
This curious birthmark I coyly mouthed around?
There's probably a bunch of these marks hidden all over your body
Like the twin moles on your palm
That you used to wrap around my fingers
Or throat
I don't mind finding more of them to taste
A promise of next time
And the next thereafter
Sealed between lips holding back laughter
Wishing I had felt your heat travel down my throat.
