Crush

(for Chocolate Waters)

If I ask you nicely
If I promise not to do it any more
If I tell you my whole
heart is hungry and I'll never eat again
if you don't let me
then could I tip my tongue
onto your secret ear, onto the
paradise curve where your neck
meets your dove skin shoulder?
If I tell you how I have to bite
my fingers
leash them back or I'd reach
for that perfect nipple, I could find
it blind, a fingertip there
a tip there, there, there
Would you let me if I hold very still
fingers to match the warm curve
that slides from your navel down
like a path
to the edge of the heat If I ask real nice
could I curl my fingers through
your amazing fur I promise
I promise promise I'll stop if you
tell me to but would you mind
my solid fingers
cupping that hiding mound
would you make
me stop if I move at all if I stroke up
up to rest one cherry fingertip
on your tiny cinnamon pearl if I promise
not to move if I promise
to make it nice if I do?

Your feather, your flint and steel,
I'll tangle you
in satin strips, wind you in to cotton and fur
I'll be your magic, a moon
to make
your petals open, I'll be rain
a moving heat, If I promise can I open
my whole mouth and set it still
onto you if I promise not to move
my flame and moth of a tongue
to your irresistible candy if I promise
to be good, to be good, be good be good be good?