Bittersweet

Open your bitter, your sweet, 

I pry your heart open as I ease up your ankles, 

Beg me to stop, you don’t mean a word you say, 

Your thighs betray you, woman. 

Your breath is my beacon, 

I keep my eyes open, slide them over your hidden kisses,

Pupils so dark I’ll drown, 

I bite my lip to keep my heart down, 

Can’t risk spilling it over you, 

I want to drown before you swim in me. 

You reach down to pull me into a kiss, 

I bat your hands away, your trembling is delicious, 

Your anger palatable, 

There, where your pulse is strongest, 

The heart is jealous at a beat so strong.

You feel it, pulling me in, throbbing 

Where you crave me the most. 

I wonder if the beads of sweat tickle as they roll down,

Your thighs decorated in their need for me, 

Your wet intoxicating me before I even taste you, 

Bittersweet I scent it.

Don’t tell me you stink before I smell you, 

I savor the edge of your nervous.

I shall tie your hands so you

Give me your dripping thighs, 

Let me lap at the sweat you are scared of, 

Surrender the salt and tears, they are the same, 

And I will lap lap at your wet as you fall

Sliding slick down my throat, 

Fluttering my eyes bliss, 

Sour edging my nose again and again, 

I am cumming at the taste of you 

I’m the hard on you were looking for, 

In mascara and heels

Leaving streaks of lipstick by your ankles as I edge 

Edge edge you, without touching

Open, pull me in, I’m swollen for you, 

Tasting your bittersweet until I’m drunk 

Knowing there is no sobriety for me ever again, 

Slide me between your lips as

I drink you.