Temptation
all around me,
I want to hug it
with a *******.
Place your hand
on my stomach,
feel the wash
of digestion.
I slide my fingers up
her
rib cage
strumming
them
like chords,
until I hear a giggle
of music.
I let myself
in
that night.
As you waited
in the backroom
bedroom,
with all your backroom
sexuality.
All the latent
passion
that crept during the day
is let loose
when I unlock
your neck
with my tongue.
Shivering
neckbones
make a noise
like ornaments
caressing
on a christmas
tree.
The gift
of your body
isn't lost
on me,
but the gift of love
can't make it through
this process of unlocking,
unraveling
and
*******.
Love
straps her bra
on,
pulls her ******* up
and closes her legs.
And I don't even miss it,
because love speaks
with a tongue for talking
not
*******.