This is more than competantly written and bordering on the poetic, but the middle - "warm breath probing" - is just not translating well for me. Breath does little to conjure up the sensation of probing as would a tongue.
I have always had a hard time with writing poems, especially the type that have the words that rhyme on the end of each line. I am just not that artistic. This poem you have written hear reminds me of a quote my dad used to tell me. "Do not distress yourself with dark imaginings...for many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness." Whoever is the subject of this piece, I want to give them a hug. Did a good job on this patientlee. Don't know why all of a sudden you are writing poems, but I like them!
" You win some, you get laid, now do what it do " ~~~ typo or auto-correct?
" Now that its over I can finally see your true blue " ~~~ This is the 3rd poem from you mentioning seeing someone's "true blue" that I've read today. Poetry is about experimenting with phrases and playing with words. If you keep drawing water from the same well, all of your poems will sound like one another.