Desire Incarnate

I love him as he is
With his cock in my mouth
I love the stillness
That begs -- Will you? Oh please! --
As I kiss my way down his body,
Then the agonized hiss when I do.
I run my tongue
Under the bishop's miter,
Flicker it over the delicate
Rope that binds head and shaft,
Feel his teeth dig into my fingers,
So needy and real,
Power and bluster
Reduced to desire incarnate,
And I savor the groans
From this quiet man
When I lick my lips
And slide them down
As much of the length
Of him as I can, my hand
Wrapped snug around the base
Sucking hard, tongue pressing,
Tasting sex. This is the second round,
Not the first, and I love this, too,
The organic flavor
Of mutual lust; I love
The gentle touch of his hand
On my cheek; I love
The thick heat of my own arousal; yes, I love
Everything about this,
But I won't push him too far,
Not yet. Tonight,
I will give him something else
To beg for
Later.

©2005 by Ann Regentin

                                                                                                                                                                                               

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Ann Regentin has written everything from reading comprehension tests to poetry and music, but seems to have found her real niche somewhere in the gutter, where Second Sight, her first book, was born. As of now, she's still too happy there to climb out, but if you'd care to join her, you can visit her Web site.