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