Let me see
The place where your limbs meet.
Spread wide for my tongue to greet.

Let me see
Supple mounds adorned by dark peaks.
Pointed towards me begging for tweaks.

Let me see.
The way you strum and play.
I promise I know a better way.

Let me see
Caramel skin not in part but whole.
Taut with a sheen from cums you stole.

Let me see
The heart that lies beneath the skin.
It’s beauty dim in the confines of your trash bin.

Let me see
The plays you strum together.
Empty lines keep me tethered.

Let me see
A peek into your dark times.
Perhaps I would see your past crimes.

Let me see
Where your lips connect.
Mesmerized by their trail of neglect.