Lip Service

He sent me a photo, a selfie in fact
Whilst walking down the road
A normal photo, a normal day
And in this photo, I see his lips

Full. Fleshy. Flirtatious.
How my mind wanders...

Thirsty I am to be their drink, drunk by them
Hungry I am to be their food, devoured by them
Wet I am to be their envelope, licked by them
Smoking I am to be their cigarette, heated by them
Dancing I am to be their audience, played by them
Intoxicated I am to be their whiskey, high off them
Breathless I am to be their air, inhaled by them
Red I am to be their meat, bitten by them
Smooth I am to be their Vaseline, moistened by them
Ready I am to be their object, kissed by them