He tastes like tobacco and cherries
His touch seeps into my thoracic cavity
His lips pressed against my back,
His hands tucked between my thighs
He sends shivers down my spine.
My mouth moving slowly,
from his clavicles to his chest.
Jazz music plays softly.
I am his resting place for pleasure,
Hidden in the basement of his desires.
And I crave his touch,
And I crave his kiss.
And I want him with every fiber of my being.
Again and again.