You have this grin
And when it plays across your face
all I can remember is the way
your tongue glides across my skin

Its the same face you make
when you inhale the scent of my garden

When you start to taste
the nectar as if it were a fine wine

Making sure
that every sip
every lap
and every lick
is slower than
Molasses
making its way along the length
of the Mississippi River

You have this grin
And when it plays across your face
all I can remember is the way
your tongue glides across my skin

It is the gracious grin
that shows in the afterglow
of knowing what you do to me.