if you want me
to squeeze your breasts hard, kissing
my way down your immaculate body,
caressing the deep, oceanic smooth
of your skin, till my tongue discovers
the enigmatic folds of your secret,
just ask me.

Another day, another room
and you
wet, warm and willing
We shed our guilt and our shame
just like our clothes
and leave them lying on the floor

Do that thing with your tongue that makes me forget that you’re a bad guy. Like a really, really bad guy. But in that moment when we’re just two naked people fulfilling our physical needs instead of emotional.