Sate Words

Press your palm 

Against the base

Of my nape

And the edge

Of my waist

Let that tongue

Trickle down

Low

To that

Place

Where you are inclined

To find

Sugar from

My fruit

Fresh in

Your mouth

We turn up the heat

As hearts beat

Burning off steam

Salt deposits

On sheets

Skin is licked clean

Afterglow so bright

That I might

Be light beams

I fight to bite

Screams

Off, lost in your throat

As you catch

My moans

Inside

Of your kiss

You often do

This

Salt in my tears

Appear and you get

Delighted

At your

Skill to 

Invite this 

Hungry 

Hot 

Feeling

Leaving 

Me in puddles

Rendered 

Into 

Simple

Subtle 

Basic 

Human 

Needs 

Have me please

Writing out

My requests 

Hard wood 

At my knees

Palms

Pressed 

In prayer

Saying 

They’re

Open to suggestions

Patient

But practically begging

Brimming 

With want

We 

Work 

Our way 

First 

To the welcome of sheets

Hurt 

For the welcome of knees

Falling open 

Victim to sweet 

Unrelenting 

Unabated heat 

Yearning for relief

But really secretly needing it 

Honestly to be 

Drawn out 

Long and slow 

Tangible tortures testing 

Our control 

Limits limited only to the existence 

Imagination creates 

Straight 

From the black sweet 

Cherry dreams 

That stream my consciousness

That means my body gets 

Melted all against 

Your own 

Desperate 

Heard all along my moans

Coating all along my throat

Your name 

Chanted, granted its place 

Along my tongue 

And you know 

All the ways 

To make 

Me 

Some 

Sort of weakened 

Sweetened sum 

Added aptly from 

Your calculated ways of sating 

The aching 

That I love 

At the exact convergence of

These thighs 

Divided swiftly

Simply by that look, 

Those eyes

I cry 

I die 

I come 

Rain against your lips

Plainly I admit 

Anything you want 

Any way that fits

Have a little more 

Please

Promise 

Me this