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
*******.