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
© NP
Poem By Navypoet
