I fantasize that one day
you would look into my eyes and say
“Baby, I will do anything to please you.
What do you want?”
And I would say
“For you to explore my body
and find my spots.
All of them.
And to be caressed so lightly
that only the tips of my hairs
knew that you had touched me.
For you to take your time.
Hours.
Making sure that my every pore
had been anointed
dipped in your juice.
That you would lick me
and rub the head of your dick
right on my love knot
until I couldn’t stand it anymore
and beg to be relieved.
And then, for just a split second
linger there
hovering
at my gate
and s-l-o-w-l-y inside.
Glide.
Workin’ it, baby.”
Today, that is.
Ask me again tomorrow.
My moods change.