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