I want it NOW!

It's his tongue
the way it comes out
from between those
lips.....
The way it
re-appears
disappears,

then re-appears
all night long.....
I have got to have it,
and I want it now!


Tracing the map
of my body...
all the roads
and rugged terrain,
and my back alleys!


The tip of his tongue,
is the tip of my world...
and I want to see it all
here I am again...
trying to catch my breath,
sweat seeping from all pores....
head spinning around pictures of you,
needing you next to me
craving for your touch.


lingering afterthoughts
play on and on...
and on...
here, by myself,
I succumb
to my insatiable appetite
for you.