by Joshua Gage
(01/04/12)

It begins when you linger
over your underwear drawer
before your shower. I note
the smirk winked from your shoulder,
one eyebrow cocked with secret
panties tucked in your towel.

It builds as you light candles,
bending over just enough
to show off your lace. I grow
certain in your nakedness,
shirt tossed to the floor, breasts teased
against my chest by your kiss.

By the time your lips move down
to my neck, you've caught my breath
trembling against my heart, words
held by the thirst in my throat.

By the time you lick your way
to my belly and whisper
Can I through my skin, my lips
are parched open in half gasp.

By the time you ask Let me,
tongue tracing along the seam
of my boxers, I am lost
on the slope of your body
sweeping up in front of me,
the swell of your ass pulling
my gaze into its orbit.

By the time your head sifts down
between my thighs, by the time
you beg Please and ease me in
your mouth, I am all ready
clawing the night, screaming Yes!

Wet

Dawn comes slowly,
              the dew dripping
from your lips. Let me
              lick your legs
open, the pout
              where they part patulous
to the tease of my tongue.
              Let them tremble
against its graze,
              their moist gleam
lustrous in the first
              light. Let me
partake in your primal
              piquancy, labrum
flushed in the flare
              of morning. Slip
your hips up,
              holding me in humid
redolence, your saturations
              slick with sunrise
and muggy in my mouth.
              Each moan writhes
with sopping pungence,
              each sigh ripples
irriguously.
              Now aurora rains
its blazes across
              the bed. Imbrue
my skin with the spice
              of your aqueous spasms,
cologne my flesh
              with your frenzy, each suffusion
a flutter through your body,
              now blushed by its flood.

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