Wait up

Slow down

Look this way

I thought

You said

this was new to you

Yet

the way you move

Sliding and gliding

breathtakingly

With rhythm

As though

turning off the lights,

steaming up the shower,

enticing me by the tongue_ring,

All the way to the sheets…

Was not surprising enough

Guess I should

have made it clear

That I myself

Was more inexperienced

than that facade

Of an innocent description

your painted before me

with Virgin words

Yet now

Your experienced tongue

has left me succumbed

and drained

Of my semented pride

like a cucumber inflated

And drowning within

fresh memories

of those ratchet motions

  and devious devotions

Until I can’t lust, any longer

upon the curbs

of your enthusiastic body

and it’s melanin arts

Of delicious deception