His face pressed against hers,
Tips of noses and foreheads,
And his palm large and smooth against her cheek.

Closed eyes and secret smiles.
Like she had always known
The taste of skin that surrounds a metallic stud.
Like he knew the wet trail left behind a tongue
Was best on the underside of a breast.  

Smoke pouring out from lungs
Curling and twisting about lips
That were wet and heavy
Like dark orchid petals
Drooping in summer’s humid heat.

Luscious
You said when you saw them.
And the word sat on my tongue
Rich and sweet
Pressing against the roof of my mouth.

His fingers traced lines down her scalp,
Brushing hair back from eyelids and upturned lips.
He moved down to kiss a taut calf muscle.

Luscious, I said.  *I like that.