I want to nibble up the inside of your leg
Tasting the  the scent of your skin
Like a final tally leaving acceptance as the victor after too many bouts with denial
Like a wish fulfilled that was kept tucked away in a box of familiarity
I want wrap myself up in you
Noting everywhere where I can feel your breath catch along my skin
Highlighted in heat, ready for any erstwhile quiz
I want to fashion your curves into vessels perfect to find my tongue in
With only the sweetest hint of your sweat breaking out like dew drops on your petal skin
To tempt my buds
I want to run my fingers through your fountain hair drawing your neck out for its first date with my lips
I know its never been like this for you before
Your back an arch to cover the hands of the faithful and I want to put my hand against it and hold you close like a prayer bead
Feel you tremble with the feeling that for the first time falling may not be such a bad thing
For once chaos won’t attend to each flutter of your eyelids, delicate as butterfly wings
And it seems every one of my nerve endings was waiting for the sound of my name falling off the edge of those dulce lips at the end of your shudder-breath of giving in
It hits me with all the fire of the sun falling on the horizon in six different shades of red