__________by dab
She came in with those thighs
the kind that made me move my eyes
and changed the flow of my breath to her rhythm
I resist the urge to watch her as she glides to an empty seat;
choosing instead to envision the lap those thighs create:
a curvy line of silken skin
a place for me--world-weary and seeking a new religion--to rest my head
I imagine those thighs quiver as I stroke the tender insides
Coaxing them open a bit at a time
As I stop to nibble and inhale her mysterious scent;
kissing every other spot on this trail of new sensations
I hear her gasp--the almost-whispered pleading for more here/harder there!
I feel the heat--my own
a ravaging blaze that leaves my tongue and fingertips cold
I taste her and am swallowed by
my greed
her need
the desire to feed
I see us free
unleashed in a place where only intimates be
she touches me and I am found
digging,
rubbing,
licking,
vibing
lost-- in deep
with
those
thighs
