It may be dark
but I
can find the edges
to your clothes
ease fingers beneath straps
sense the weight
of your breasts
relax
stipple your skin with kisses
lips jesting the softest moments
brushing light touches
over the corner
of your shoulder's bone
down the cascade of your arm
sweep
to the swollen pillow of flesh
the ripe cherry nipple
crowning your breast
slips between sucking lips
teeth, taut, tender
a tongue's tip
tasting
testing
teasing
pull breathfuls of flesh
deep into my mouth
feel your hand climb
the back of my head
fingers through hair
and so
to suckle
drawing warm the silky liquid
from you
to hit
this hungry throat
a slender jet
burning anger away
feeding soft sorrow
until it sleeps
sleeps
