A fucking facial

   
I’m covered in  
a full torso  
conditioning  
treatment  
and taunting the  
world take a look    
at how.    
good.    
my.    
skin.    
looks.  
 
Your hands  
tangle in my hair  
and you grunt  
fuck  
as I  
pull my  
mouth off  
you and  
work  
your shaft  
with both  
hands like  
a porn star  
 
trying to get the  
money shot  
   
Eyes bright,  
tits bouncing,  
saliva thick  
on my  
swollen lips,  
I pant  
‘come on baby  
give it to me’  
 
 
and you  
do  
   
a fucking shower,  
a tsunami,  
a theme-park splash ride  
   
thick trails of lust  
drip down  
my cheek,  
my chin,  
ooze down  
the long line  
of my neck;    
and,  
glinting pearls  
hang like  
teardrops  
from tight nipples.  
 
I rub it all in,  
like a moisturizer  
with the hand  
not still holding you,    
as you pulse those  
last moments  
so that you know…  
   
when people glance  
at the way my hair  
curls over my back  
when they try to  
catch a hint of cleavage,  
or stare too long  
and the spot where  
my collarbone meets  
my shoulder...  
   
so that when they  
look at me  
and wonder what  
my skin  
tastes like  
   
you know it  
tastes like you.