Waiting, water in my mouth
You plant me on my knees, waiting, your hand in my hair
its softness running like water through your fingers
I look up at you, hold onto your thighs, strong and thick
I want you closer, want to taste you and I part my lips
Wetting them with my clever tongue
Waiting and planted by you on my knees
You know I'm yours
You look down into my eyes
the color of an angry ocean in the sun,
Blue and grey and black in the depths
I press my face against your hip, waiting, wanting
My fingers press into your hard legs as my eyes plead to let me please you, taste you,
Let me show you the power I have
to give you this particular, certain joy
Release you momentarily from your self-imposed prisons of duty and dust
for just a moment
while you flood my clever tongue and I'm planted here by you on my knees