When I watch you, and I mean… watch you
Like a stalker at poetry readings
I am at first engaged, noticing the enunciation
You do, the measured beat, the drum like inevitability
Of your cascading words
And then I sink into you
I feel selfish, like the words are for me
And that each syllable is your fingers
Undoing one button at a time
From my bodice
That each time your lips make a word
It is for me and then your lips are upon me
And so I relax and lay back
Let myself be worshipped
Knowing you would prefer my poet
Mouth, poet pussy above all others
Knowing someday you will read to me in person
And it will all be like your tongue
Inside me – inevitable.
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