What do you do to me

Filling me

Packing my spaces

With a solid heat

A strength which

Informs the highest

Instinct

The most basic 

Virtue

My hands and mouth

Are inapproachable

Impolite where you’re

Concerned

My lips

Explore you without concern

But with need

And the secret scent of 

The sweet spots on 

Your body

Feeds me

But with you

I am always hungry

Even when you’re

Silent

Hidden. 

From me