Both palms flat

against your chest,

mouth hovers ear,

breathes in,

obsessed

then

softly, slowly
sweetly, wet
 in return asks, 
what you’d like to get
as fingers trail
the ridge of jeans
between
what we are
and what we need.

Just let me.
Once.
[hands brush your hips]

It’s what you want.
[now come the lips]

~j~