He tastes like salt and sunshine.
I spend an hour
My hands scrambled in his satin hair.
My lips picking out the flavors of his flesh.
I taste down to his manhood
Still salt and sun.
My lips meet his head.
They feel the silk
And taste the soul.
They turn flat against his steel.
Hard-pressed.
What seems like hours of exploration
And experimentation
And suddenly I taste his essence.
His love.
His heart.
It tastes like salt and sunshine.