Show up after work;
with your lips still a ******-
  to my morning kiss.
Walking around the house naked,
  until on the bed,
and clutching your fists.
I never knew the taste of water;
only of your inner's taste
    stuck on my lips.

Run the bath water;
and those sweet bubbles I love.
The sensitive first lick;
    before the bite-
  might cause you to bark.
Tracing with your finger's previous
  territories; your nails once marked.
Not racing myself into you,
  but there's still the thrill of a rush.

Like sweet honey-
dripping down the comb,
that first drop on my tongue;
twists my insides like a door ****.

The taste of you...when you ***,
as I, go down town.