Reese — that guy is an ass

   
I’m leaned against    
a vending machine,    
arms crossed against    
my chest,    
toying with my hair,    
peeking up at    
you between my lashes,    
   
And you’re leaned in    
one hand propped    
against the machine,    
while the other hand    
offers me    
   
a peanut butter cup.    
   
I fumble with the plastic,    
peel the paper off the cup,    
hold one up for you    
   
and you take the whole    
thing in one bite    
   
and I forget to breathe at    
the feel of your    
sensuous mouth    
on my fingers.    
   
Swallowing hard,    
I almost drop the    
package as my    
shaking hands    
fish the second    
Reese’s cup out    
   
head bowed to hide    
stained cheeks    
I push out the soft center    
and joke about    
the chocolate ring    
being the perfect    
size for your    
cock.    
   
I look up.    
Make eye contact.    
   
You jaw is tight    
as you lean    
in slow  
motion  
to write your    
name in my mouth.  
   
And love…  
   
your lips are so    
sweet that  
my fingers    
dig into your shirt ,
leaving the  
stain of my hand  
on the left side  
of your chest,  
 
as your free hand    
drops the wrapper    
   
and gently    
grabs    
my    
throat