Can I lick it, can I ?
Now now. Not that.
Bare and innocent
What is it is about that part
That goes straight to the …?
It begs for licking.
Or am I the one who begs, who longs?
Who wrongs? Who stares?
Not you. Unless you have eyes in the back of your head.
Oh wait maybe you do. I see goose pimples.
If not a lick then maybe just a linger.
Just my finger. Then maybe my cheek.
Like the blade of a guillotine
Sharp and shiny.
Waiting for you to lose your head.