beg your confession

~

You,
behind those mirrored glasses,
baby I see right through to
what you want to tell me,

and you will

tell me.

Tongue traces you from underneath,
loosen up that clenched jaw and those lips
pinched in a tight sarcastic snarl.

Teeth grind through the string
behind every tiny white button down your shirt
popping into my mouth onto tongue
with clicks and whispers
another?
another?

Head down on your bare chest, waiting
for the hum of words to evolve
into acknowledgement,

some version of truth where you find yourself begging

on knees
naked above me
to please rise a little higher
begging me to finish you off.

Still I wait for the confession:
tell me how your gloved and oiled hands slide
over this image you carry
jaw dropped and waiting.

Confess baby confess you want me there
and this tongue you feel in fantasy will
surprise you with its living hunger.

So baby,
take of those glasses and pull back your jaw,

we can start slow
just stand above me, make your aim,
with open body and closed eyes I wait in silence
for your confession to fall down on me.

~