Ode to a Lover

Yes, I’m talking to you

Not your typical ode. This one won’t rhyme.

Okay. It might.

But dammm, you looked yummy today. I mean wow. You showed me a side of you that few seldom see.

I’m honored.

Blessed.

Horny as fuck!

Yes, that picture was divine. I want to take a bite out of you. But one that doesn’t leave a mark.

Well…maybe a small one.

She won’t find it.

But you will. You’ll know it’s there. You’ll feel it when you work outside and stretch all those glorious limbs.

You’ll stretch and think of me, kneeled before you, touching your body. Hands in my hair, watching me suck you in. My eyes closed in supplication.

You inhale sharply as my tongue swirls around you, wanting to come. Daring me to finish what I start. Hoping that I make it linger.

You love this sweet torment. You did it to me not so long ago.

I’m still dripping from your ministrations, your sweat on my body, mingled with mine.

One small nip,

Close to a hip,

Such a tiny thing,

To feel like a king.

Will you make me wait, Lover?

Will you give me what I need?

Only time will tell.

Another ode…to part of a man…does that count?