Mischievous Mouth

bare from the waist up
that look in his eyes  
let's me know I'm fucked
 
god...
look at his mouth
all at once
I'm willing it south
 
slyly reading my mind
softly he utters  
all in due time
 
fingers tiptoe my chest
dancing back and forth
between each breast  
 
he whispers...
eeny
               meeny
miny
               moe
which pesky garment's  
gotta go
 
then a lick, tug, full on suckle
as adeptly he frees
my belt of its buckle
 
instantly splayed on the bed  
and ever willingly  
thighs do spread
 
with him they conspire
as mischievous mouth  
consumes my desire
 
tonguing, in and out
all for my pleasure  
he's ever devout  
 
so skillfully coerced  
delivering nectar
to quench his thirst