Wont to Kiss

She's wont to kiss a finger with such verve,
When he presents it to her pouting lips;
He presses slowly, so he can conserve
The moment in her mind; his finger tips
Are holding her chin up; there's no excuse
For her to close her eyes; yet she'll regress
Behind closed lids, so that she can induce,
From him, a touch that really will impress
Her body and her mind; let every thought
Be his to have and hold; be his to take;
Her hand is on her throat - it's to be taught
To push away so he can mark and make
Her his for eternity: it lingers
While she's wont to kiss and lick his fingers..