Kitten, run your fingers along my jaw.
This is an appetizer — The French say,
“Amuse Bouche,” mouth pleasure. As in: raw
ginger pushed inside, then sucked out. Foreplay
all day. Pleasure spent with kisses. Tracing
the seam of your jeans. I can taste your clit
through the wet fabric. A touch of teasing,
knowing that I’ll break you. You will submit.
Not now. Soon. Now your tongue is greedily
in my mouth, wrists straining against silken
ties, eyes wide. Each kiss hints at bukkake,
your face soaked with joy, giddy and drunken
licking my thumb clean from where I buried
it in you, all spit-glazed and cum-honeyed.