Dark Inner Workings

The weight of my head seals my ear against your muscled stomach.
I hear the murmuring of dark inner workings.  
 
There, the soft thumping of your heart, steady and clear along with the gurgles and rattles of other tasks in the business that is your life.  
 
From down the dark hallway of your flesh, I hear the echo of your voice humming a tune I recognize. I feel jealous of Lady Gaga’s “Poker Face” and smile at the dark inner workings of your mind. I hum several notes an octave higher matching your pitch. Your humming stops as if you’d been found out.  
 
There it is, your warm touching my chin. What thoughts must have brought you here needing my attention? I cup my fingers around the blood-filled heat. Your warm palm rests over my temple, stroking my hair. My lips blush hot.  
 
Between my thumb and forefinger, your foreskin slides silently away and I kiss the tip of you as I might kiss a close friend’s cheek.  
 
I feel the heat of you as your heart taps stronger now. My lips come to rest around your warming girth, blush meeting blush. The ah-shapes of my mouth and throat are open and relaxed, trusting you. Your fingers drift to my neck and rub me softly.  
 
I’ll doze to the songs of your dark murmurings for a little longer and let you dream of dark inner workings to come.