Laid on crumpled sheets
Aglow with anticipation
Like a piece of candy,
Waiting to be sucked
I have seen you
Nude and naked,
And the impulses remain,
What strength it takes
I would tell you in person,
In a voice suited to command,
By its silence,
Depth,
Penetrating you slow,
The rest is an expression of
The flesh
An alternate vibration, motion,
A dance, a game,
Play fights and snugglefucks,
Actions and words,
In concert,
The safety of my attention,
Breathed inwards,
Held and allowed to rise,
Patient in our presence,
And warm gusts of affection,
To warm the room
I’m walking across
Ready for the taste
Of
Candy
MB Blissett 