Your eyes
intent on the hunt
track down words
from page to page.
A slender hand
holds the book
against a pair
of naked knees.
A nipple
caught in the crock
of an arm
made brown by the sun
(totally uninterested
in the book at hand)
stiffens as it
catches my gaze.
Looks at me pleadingly
begging me: “Please...oh...please! ”
How can I
possibly
resist it.
Tantalised & titillated
by your right tit
perched like an exotic
morsel in the V of your arm.
I, bit by bit
(yes...I admit it)
give in
to it.
Place it between
lips & teeth
cajole
it
&
ahhhhhhh
the gift of tongues
translating my desire
into your need
until now you no longer
...read.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-no-longer-read/
