Lying against his chest, I feel

warm like the goo that oozes

from a freshly baked chocolate muffin.

He gushes sexuality and darkness,

I want to understand him, read him

like a chapter from Greys Anatomy.

I need to know him inside out,

he is my very own science experiment.

Getting to know him is like the

paving of the yellow brick road.

He is my Wizard of Oz.

Enigmatic, clever, possessing

effortlessly all of life's answers.

He touches me gently, a velvet angel wing

skimming across my thighs before

he suddenly grips my hair.

Biting my lip, he draws blood,

leaving a pitted strawberry in his wake.

He pushes my head down, 

I take him in my mouth.

His salty juices of expectation swirl,

awakening senses that I never, ever

knew existed until now.

He has aroused me from my sleeping,

I am his very own fairytale princess