Manners

Sitting next to each other,
I'm caressing the edges of your face,
absorbed in the way you look at me.
Our lips find different ways to touch.
I feel my heartbeat between crossed legs.
My appetite for you is forcing its way out with each kiss.

My hunger is for more than food.
My taste buds crave a type of sweet-salty only flesh
and veins can produce.
Ravenous to the point of sloppy salivation,
I leave all clothes on the floor along with my decorum.
I consume you with my hands.
I feast on your moans.

To lay you down is to spread a buffet
before a starving beast.
To straddle your thigh is to feed a deeper craving.
Your hands in my hair
showing the fastest ways to your pleasure.
I savor the guidance.
Lost in the aroma of musk and that missing ingredient,
lips and thighs open wider.

Your thigh is soaked.
My mouth so full,
I have to swallow before I ask for seconds.
I do have manners, after all.

Given

Look at me
she's behind the fires in my eyes
run before she finds you
with every touch of your hands
I feel her

Press my neck against your lips
hear the breath in your ear
turning to sounds emerging deep from my chest
I cannot protect you
she's stirring

Call out  my inhibitions
command my legs to part
then smell the weight of
puddled passion
You should feel the danger

Draw your fingers up
the inside of my thighs
feel them skate through thawed desire
then paint my lips with the taste
she's raging now

After you call to me
from the inside of my body
I make no promises
you won't bleed a little
I've given you warning
She's about to strike
I hope you can take it