tequila and honey

your dirty mouth
presses against my ear
pouring words soaked with
tequila and honey
whispers of how
all day your mind has been
crowded with
thoughts of touching me
as your hand
slowly traces the skin of my leg
making its way to
wet lace
i try to remain silent
but a quiet low moan escapes me
your tongue traces my neck
while your fingers
searching for my orgasm
push aside the laced barrier
your other hand now
covers my parted lips
as your fingers
navigate my flesh
with a sense of ownership
staking your claim
as my body melts into you
in trembling release

April 23, 2015