Monday moaning - A Taste - By Poetic quest - Navypoet

 

A taunt tongue 

Slowly savor 

The small bits 

That collect 

At the joining 

Of collarbone 

Salty and sweet 

Tiny droplets 

Sensuous and alive 

And I am jealous 

Of their closeness 

To your skin 

Powerless 

To get closer 

Than they are 

So I settle 

For a secondhand 

Savoring 

Not less sweet 

Your scent assaults 

My senses 

And I reel in 

When I only 

Want to reel 

You into 

My first sense 

For nourishment 

Comfort I want 

To suckle 

As in the past 

With a wet 

Hungry mouth 

Unashamed at 

My naked need 

For an act 

That pleases me 

Not to miss 

A drop 

Of what you offer 

In return 

Of my desire 

For something 

Sweet and salty 

Collected on 

Your skin 

From tip 

To joining 

Of collarbone 

For me 

To savor 


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