Easy To Beg

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

All that you ever were
all that you are now
and that ever will be
has since day one
enchanted me.

Every syllable
as it drips from
your mouth is liken to
a silk scarf
you are using
to massage me.

Your breath,
that warm
salacious feather
slowly ignites me
to a raging fire.

Every movement
you paint
is a calling,
a calling to my fingertips
to caress and explore.

By the time
I have completed
reading you
I am spent,
worn from the
absolute rush
of unsatiated
lust.

My tongue has
slurped, licked, sucked
and devoured
your womanhood
to the point I am spent
in passion's delight.

Your words ... fingers
caressing me
to a feverish rise
which only
draws me nearer.

Tis so easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

As I read you
my tongue has
convulsive reactions
to taste you,
craving to slather you
to explore every fold.

My body yells
to the percussive
pounding you render
with your presence.

And it is easy to beg
for what I have fantasized
many a night.

Del Cano 2005 Dec