May 2022

by Daniel Klim

 

My fingers trace her rising ribcage.

We should both be going ‘cause it’s late.

She rubs her thighs together and looks up, I go over her waist.

My eyes are set on her skin, just one taste.

Options galore for my hands and teeth to explore.

New perfume and pedicure.

She’s the type to say “please,” “thank you,” and “yes, sir.”

She bites her lip and feels small.

She’s never been with someone this patient at all.

Intimate orders and fears whispered in her ears,

then kisses on the neck to make her a wreck.

I tell her to reposition, she starts straddling.

Gripping her shoulders, both our tongues battling.

Every inch of her body is mine, helpless yet fine.

Cheeks blushing like cherries in springtime.

A blossoming mouth you would not expect.

As her fingers move up and down my chest.

Then she sucks my middle and ring finger.

Caress her collarbone to make the feeling linger.

Curious as to what sounds she’ll make.

How much she could take.

Movements she could never fake.

“You won’t get addicted” - promises we’re meant to break.

Inspecting her curves, no, she’s not judged.

Everything gets touched, but nothing’s rushed.

Knew this would happen as soon as we were introduced.

Lets me use her however, tied-up like a truce.

Torturing the small of her back with bliss.

Then her arms and legs, goosebumps like this.

A hungry bear after a grizzly cub.

Enchanting, wrestling till the sun comes up.