every kiss down

the lines of your

torso like bread-

crumbs left as a

reminder.

                      soon,

saturated with

your scent, the

pristine glisten

of twin folds

parted, the slick

saturation, how

you writhe now,

my simple breath

against eager

flesh.

             how hungry

i am. how i feast.

slowly, slowly,

until we are

satisfied.

jcb