Apéritif

 
It's when I look my best  
the natural blush that rises  
from chest to cheeks  
hair a little messed  
just a hint of gloss  
complements the pink  
friction-hue of you  
on the swell of my lips  
 
There's extra sway  
in my sassy gait  
more sly in my smile  
 
hunger lights my eyes  
 
Because you leave me ravenous  
ready another taste  
after such a small sip  
 
When we fuck  
before dinner  
and you rumble promises  
against my skin  
of lavish desserts