Drinking You Up

Sometimes, I don't want nothing
Not talk
Not sex (Quit laughing!)
Not food
Or even my laundry done
Sometimes, I just wanna look at you
And try to get a better feeling of what's right here in front of me
I wanna study you
Just soak up the way your eyes and mouth and shoulders and thighs come together and create the most beautiful portrait I have ever seen
Sometimes, I just wanna let my eyes drink up your body's flavors
Those soft blends and subtle shifts that make your brown skin lovely like no other brown skin can be
Just wanna commit to memory the unique shadings and textures that make it the perfect brown skin covering the woman I call my own
I want to follow your curves with my eyes and fingers
Float cross your cheek,
Flow over your shoulders,
Roll slowly, down your back and your sides
As I do this, I lock in place in my mind which valley made me say "Oh, Jesus!" and which soft rising crest made me whisper "Oh, God!"
I want to know exactly where I was touching (your sweet lips, your nipples, your soft, chocolate throat) when the pleasures you sent through me earlier took the otherwise profane words I uttered at my moment of release and gave them the reverent purity that turned those curses into worshipful sounds as sacred and stirring as the call that brings the faithful to prayer
I wish to further learn you
To study and wonder how could something so incredible be placed in my care?

I wish to drink you into me

To breathe you in deep

To take my fill of you

As I watch you sleep