Things I Would Tell You

If I could find my voice
beneath my terry bathrobe belt,
I would try to be very clear.
Pull me up
and sit me in your lap.
Touch my face tenderly
and kiss me as the passion between
us ignites
into an animalistic reaction.
Scramble, drag me by my ankles
around the room, the bed,
until you find where you'd
like to have me.
I don't care where you start.
Take your time
sticking, licking,
stirring cake batter by hand.
Even when I cry out, I'm not finished.
Don't leave me
until you feel the heat of my blushing
on your cheek.
Don't leave me
until you feel me break
like egg whites through your
fingertips.
Hold my hips as I rise
and fall on your sword,
magic forming beneath me
refocusing time and time again.
Charge every toy in the chest
and plug me in.
Smile, grin, again
and tie me down. Laugh
as I pretend to struggle.
Pin me into a corner
a small, quiet place
where darkness and lust
blend into the color
of closed eyes and
inner fires.
There I will open myself
to your pace and
delight as you burst
into my throat with
all that you have to give.