May I?
I want you rough
I want you chipped hardened
wide toothy smile
spitting rocks off your tongue
your scent grips
the air around me and knocks
on the small of my neck
May I?
run my tongue across
your teeth and smile too?
I want fistfulls of your hair
your slate grey irises trapped
on my tongue
roll them around until you’ve seen
all of me
May I?
run my finger down
your earlobe fuzz
to jawbone
forever May I?
it would feel like forever
the heat burrowing in my stomach
would make sure of that