Dessert

by, Kit O’Connell

I stroke the curve
of sleeping thigh
savoring
the wet
slippery
sounds from
skin on skin
between.

I had
but a taste
before my need
to thrust
overcame my tongue;

now
I want to
turn you over
and feast

but having tasted
I shall leave the rest
for the other
soon to arrive

I will let him suck on
the pleasures of
your parted lips

and instead
savor thoughts
of banquets to come.

courtesy of http://www.oystersandchocolate.com/Poetry/1535/Dessert.aspx