The art of a proper kiss

   
You pecked my  
cheek on your    
way to another    
grueling day  
and I was in that  
domestic conflict where  
a smooch is cool.  
   
You know.  
You thought of me.  
That’s sweet.  
   
But you stopped    
at the door  
and I could almost see  
the static in your mind  
when you decided  
to make me think of you  
   
me think of you  
   
All fucking day.  
   
Your hand tangled    
in the back of my head  
as you searched my eyes,  
then stared at my  
lips until I shivered  
mere atoms apart    
from your heat    
   
You held    
the moment  
until it was brutal  
in its uncertainty;  
my fingers  
curled into  
your work shirt,  
your exhale    
a promise    
before you  
met soft flesh  
to soft flesh  
in hard  
acquiescence    
   
the click  
the shift  
 
The little moment    
of submission where    
you knew my panties  
were coming the fuck off  
later that night  
(or maybe right now)  

because I’m going    
to think of you    
all day like this  
   
all day thoughts of  
both sides of my face  
in your hands  
my lower lip in your teeth  
as if you held a perfectly    
ripe grape    
and you wanted to see  
how much pressure    
it could take without    
bursting  
   
all day thoughts about the  
little sound in the  
back of my throat  
and the way a tiny  
flick of your tongue  
on the roof of my mouth  
made my clit stand up  
and scream  
‘ Hi!’    
as beads of cunt-dew    
pooled on the    
lips    
you  
weren’t tasting  
   
All fucking day.  
   
And I can’t stop the thoughts  
about how utterly pliant    
I was as you    
mouth-fucked my will,  
hard, and wet, and moaning    
until I reached for your belt  
   
because you got me  
messy    
and needy  
and horny as fuck  
and my Pavlovian    
dog salivated    
at the    
way you ran your face against  
my cheek before  
crushing my mouth    
to yours,  
gripping my ass  
and grinding your    
dick    
against me  
   
I was one belt away  
from making you  
all-day late to work  
   
But you pulled back.  
Adjusted your junk,  
and laughed as I    
cussed you a blue streak.  
   
You gave me a peck on the mouth  
and a swat on the ass  
and told me  
   
to hold.  
that.  
thought.  
   
you fucker.  
   
I did.  
   
I held that thought  
like a landmine  
ready to take off  
my head or my crotch    
with every secret blush  
   
and I held    
that thought    
like way you smell    
on my skin  
as your body makes  
good on the promise  
of your mouth  
   
And now  
I hear your engine  
outside  
and smile.  
   
I spent an hour  
on revenge lingerie  
and I’m waiting  
   
waiting    
   
your keys    
turn in the door  
   
   
I held  
that thought  
of you    
   
   
all    
   
fucking  
   
day