Nectar
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
Around you?
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.
