hang in suspense,
breathless as you stretch
across the bed, resplendent.
you grasp the sheets, throw back
your head as bliss skips
like a rock across a pond—
a gasp
traipsing along.
watch your fingers dip
and play around
while i lick my lips
and beg to taste
you as you ***.
you grin, teasing—
hold the scent of ***
beneath my nose
and tell me to wait
my turn.
arms’ reach is too far
when i can’t slip
beyond voyeurism.
pleading, needing,
yearning for salted
caramel apple
to spurt
like honey
all across
my tongue.