poem (rough around the edges)
Trickster
You slide on in, slick and smooth
All sugar sweet lies and lines and
serpent skin
Anything you want honey, it's yours
I know what you are, what you need
Your fingers, long and slim, delicately toy
with my errant curls as you whisper
Anything you want honey, all yours
Tempted, I bite into my lip, tighten every
muscle and look anywhere but your face
You slowly trace my lips with two fingers
Anything
Our eyes meet, our lips part
You want
© k.l.d. 2008
