stalled mate

i want to be the food that feeds your fingers  
as they rub molten haikus into your soft moist mound  
 
i’d serve words for your eyes to slurp  
like grapes to a Goddess  
strung together with desperation  
as you lounge and inspect the world  
 
when you are alone  
and slide those ambitious index and ring pointers inside  
whatever your pace  
slow  
or rapid  
one rub per word  
one in and out per sentence  
the dopamine spreading wide across cortexes  
numbing inhibition  
as you stretch those quivering legs wide  
and tilt your head back  
bobbing from ecstasy  
to focusing eyes to imbibe lyrical devotions left just for you  
poetic prose in  
bite sized nuggets catalysts for arousal  
each line leaving you curious for the next  
 
and when this feeling is evident  
that one right there  
before waves of relief  
before prolactin takes its toll  
and you are speeding towards the final leap  
that always seems like the finest one yet  
 
stop  
 
just for a moment  
and relish that frustration  
know that this is the place you keep me  
and that what comes next for you  
when you continue the race  
and your breasts thrash through that checkered flag  
the tips of your nipples reaching the finish line  
better than the last time by just the length of their extra erectness...  
 
that is where you have left me  
back in this moment  
to stare at the rapture enjoyed by you and most  
at a distance my squinting eyes  
strain desperately to see  
 
and i would bow and thank you dearly for it