an Erotic Poem by Raquel Swann
You lay there
Anticipating. Waiting. Wanting.
Is it the way my lips
Pressed against your neck?
Softly, deeply, just the way
You like it.
I have your attention, it’s clear.
Like a soldier, standing tall,
At my command.
In a breath, you release a sound
Of pleasure. An earthly tone
I had not heard from you.
Is it the way my hands wrap
Moving up and down as you throb.
This is a battle you will lose, surely.
Undeniably. Your toes curl outward
As the muscles in your legs tighten up.
I watch you grasp the pillow by your side.
Is the way my mouth moves upon you?
My tongue rolls around in circles
As I ascend and descend. I can taste you.
It’s only a matter of time now.
Do you give up?
My mouth waters for you.
You convulse and tremble.
I drink from you.
A sweet nectar I worked so dilligently
To secure. At ease solider. You will live
To fight another day. I move up your body
With my lips. Slowly, steady, kissing
Every Inch on the way up.
Our lips touch, our tongues connect.
Can you taste what you have given me?
I feel your hands running through my
Hair. I pull away and you look scared,
Confused, ashamed. Unaware of this
Appetite you have had, all along.
I too have what you need. Let me give you
What you desire. I hold your head firmly
And nudge you to your destiny.
Embrace it as I have.