Swollen and waiting,
a crown of velvet flesh,
cream peaked, trembling,
wet with its own desire.

Pink jewels dust your curves—
a lover’s blush,
a parted mouth aching for the kiss.
Each gem tempts my tongue,
begging to be taken,
to dissolve in the heat of my hunger.

I drag my mouth across your crown;
candies crackle,
bursting into sweetness
as your velvet breaks—
soft, hot, spilling,
flooding me with heat.

I tear into you,
impatient, relentless—
your walls collapsing,
your blush bleeding into my want.
You shudder open,
ruined, surrendered,
until all that remains
is sugar on my lips,
and the ache of needing more.