Green silk scarf
binding eye to anything
but touch.
I firmly twist the knot,
the smell of perfume
lingering.
Then my mouth
is all that exists
between us, my breath
warm on your ear,
my tongue tattooing
a map of exploration.
The taste of your skin,
salt and lust
soft
soft
under my touch.
The slow trip down
down to nipple
belly
thigh,
leaning your landscape.
In this methodical
exploration,
I taste
your hunger,
feel the burn
of my desire, and
my descent into you.
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