Poem: Your Lips, These Ears.

when my battery is low,
and I begin to look unmotivated
tired,
continuously checking the clock
wanting to throwaway this damn project,
wait.
when my eyes start to close
my thoughts begin to drift
my interest gone,
a slight jolt of restlessness sets in,
my darling,
wait.
as the yawns begin to increase,
I start to scribble with my pen
my head begins to itch,
and my hand
spends more time itching my face
than it does researching,
darling,
touch me,
real,
slowly.
whisper
in my ears
real,
tender.
let your saliva
drip down
the end of my ear
then lick your way back to the top
whisper
darling,
whisper
naughty.
tell me you’re ready
tell me you’re getting tired of waiting
tell me I’m taking too long
tell me the particular pleasure
you want us to enjoy
rub my chest,
take my hand,
slowly.
Rub your chest,
suck my index,
then touch your face
once my hair begins to rise,
leave me
walk away
slowly
away from me
turn off each light as you go,
let the fire you’ve ignited within these bones
charge my senses to complete this assignment
as I rush to come take care of you, your ass-I-meant.