Kiss

She turns and bares her neck to me.
She wants, she says,
my tapered tongue to glide,
my mouth to kiss,
a pulsing warmth along the length of it,
to shiver her and make her breasts
come hard alive and ready for my touch.
She shall not be deprived of this,
her aching wish.
She shall be shivered well,
and shivered much.