Candlelight

I wonder what the curve of your neck tastes like.
If you would shiver when you felt my breath skim over your shoulders.
If your kisses are sweetsaltyhardlightdeepquicklong.
If your fingers would brush over my skin or dig in hard.
If you would make a sound when I moved over you.
If those eyes, those beautiful eyes, would darken with wanting me.
If your muscles would be pulled taut with urgency.
If you would squirm when I bite you again and again and again.
Or would you move slow and soft.
Pliant limbs and satin skin.
You'd glow in candlelight, like a mythical being, mesmerizing.
And when you'd smile, it'd be glorious.
I'd go to sleep rubbing my thumb over your cheekbone, your jaw, the stubble on your face.
Wrapped around you, through you, finding myself on the other side of you.