Lying against his chest, I feel
warm like the goo that oozes
from a freshly baked chocolate muffin.
He gushes sexuality and darkness,
I want to understand him, read him
like a chapter from Greys Anatomy.
I need to know him inside out,
he is my very own science experiment.
Getting to know him is like the
paving of the yellow brick road.
He is my Wizard of Oz.
Enigmatic, clever, possessing
effortlessly all of life’s answers.
He touches me gently, a velvet angel wing
skimming across my thighs before
he suddenly grips my hair.
Biting my lip, he draws blood,
leaving a pitted strawberry in his wake.
He pushes my head down,
I take him in my mouth.
His salty juices of expectation swirl,
awakening senses that I never, ever
knew existed until now.
He has aroused me from my sleeping,
I am his very own fairytale princess
