Saturday morning

the tap tap tapping of your fingertips splits open my skin and I spill out through the seams blossoming like fire into the sky your desire slides down your drumming digits licks its way into my ears as you whisper and growl a harmony of salacious secrets a sublime syncopation of suggestion and I writhe willing and wanting wrapping my wet slick slippery want around the timing of your tongue tease tease tease and teach me to slow down to speed up to tap tap tap into the intricacy of abandonment surrender service compulsion compersion control and the last of me spills seamlessly onto your fingertips just smile