Kiss,
Your mouth like hot butter,
I bite down on the rich fullness of your lip,
Pull,
Hear the moan catch in your throat,
Clings to the walls of your oesophagus,
Because it gives you away,
Desire,
Oh mystery man,
Who finds his feelings so far from the sleeve,
So vulnerable with your shirt off,
For a sharp tongue,
Its a soft body,
I want to curl up,
In the hollow beneath your ribcage.