How often do you think
About the sting
Of my hand
Across your face
About the warmth
Of my tongue
Sliding along your thighs

How often do you fantasize
About the ache
Of my teeth
On your skin
About the feeling
Of my lips
Caressing yours

How often do you dream
About the grip
Of my fingers
Around your throat
About the eruption
Of me
Inside of you

How often do you hunger
For my light
And for my dark
To wrap around you
Take you
Inside and out
To consume you completely

Show my the lines
You don’t want me
  to cross
And I’ll take you
Gently
  then
Roughly
  and rougher still
My lips trembling
  across your flesh
My wicked fingers
  inside you
    and out
I’ll find your lines
Pushing them
Till you beg me
To shatter them

The way my fingers
Know every contour
Of your thighs
Every curve
Of your breasts
And the exact amount
Of pressure on your throat
To make you gasp
They have traced
Every inch
Of your body
And pulled
Every sigh
From your lips
They have explored you
Inside
And out