There you go, stomach to bed.
I stand in the doorway, not able
to stop my mouth from watering.
Those brown, fuzzy, yet smooth
orbs that take space between
your quads and back, might
be the sight of the century.
I walk closer, unbuckling my jeans.
The belt gets stuck for a moment,
but that doesn’t stop me.
I finish undressing, as I kiss
down your back and then lick
back up to your neck.
I can’t help how much fluid, that
comes out from my saliva glands.
The taste of your salty and sweet
skin, makes my hunger Grow.
It makes my Craving for you, drip.
I slide my tongue down your back,
again. You squirm and moan, loudly.
I don’t care who hears. I want everyone to
know I’m taking care of you. If they wish
to continue to listen, press thy ears against
the wall. Snicker or gossip, but I have a
talent I plan to use, as much as possible.
I nibble on your cheeks.
And as I part your melanin moons,
my tongue slithers deep.
A gasp. You grasp my hands.
I bury my face, until it can not
be seen for several minutes.
I’d hold my breath, for as long as I
could, just to hear you in bliss.
As I kiss your eye, you wink for
more. I must lubricate you.
I will eat, until your scent is stuck,
to my upper lip, like the juice from
a quandong. Just sitting between
the hairs in my mustache.
