Savor

I want to be savored.

Tasted slow.

Taken in.

My aroma breathed in like it is oxygen.

Safely carried to the bed

Laid down in your presence

With my skin hot from where you touched me moments before.

I am no model,

but I would hope to be compared to a goddess

One that you have never heard of

But eagerly dedicate offerings of your worship to.

I become both strong and fragile in your company.

I require gentle care

Every corner of my temple draped in your essence.

My statue is center stage, the only thing in your view.

Is it so much to ask that your eyes only ever

Look at me lovingly?

I want to be studied.

Read like a book, but only one that you understand.

Every page is implied as foreplay.

Your hands flipping through them,

Caressing the sides from top to bottom as you turn to another one.

The closer you are the better.

With me positioned under,

over, face to face,

It does not matter.

A slow burn turned passionate

As your hands on my sacred thigh where a tattoo lives,

telling me you fucking love it.

Only to find another one on my spine.

You can't get enough of me.

Suddenly I am forever marked by your art,

Not masked in scars where I had been hurt previously by another.

The fruits of your love rooted in my core,

And I crave another plate

as now I have become the one who wants to savor you.