Bid tell me what I see

Your eyes see mine closing.
Hands pressed on bent forehead
Pressing open my imagination.

Tongue wetting lips
So they can slide out slowly from the bite
Of teeth that answer to your bidding.

As cotton is pulled up
Slid under flesh held firm
You bid me tell you
How the khacki falls smooth onto the hard wood,
How knees open by telekinesis,
How pink blossoms appear,
Awakening from under black satin.

You bid tell me the circles
Move in tighter and move from slow exploration
To mechanical torture.

And I bid you, rise before me.
Your third eye weeps a single tear.
I bid you,
Tempt me with your flavor.
Make your clench
Be mine.