Play with Me

If I had my way and I could play

You like a saxophone

I’d wet your reed and make you hum

Whilst fingertips along your spine would run

Then make you serenade me espressivo

In that bedroom voice, in that sandy tone

Love made to me acapela, solo

And there would be rhythm

Steady as a metronome

And time, plenty of time

If you were a gift, wrapped shiny and tied

A surprise at my doorstep to me from you

I would pull the ribbons nice and slow

Dragging their satin across your skin

Just to watch your goose bumps grow

There is a deliciousness in the unveiling

And the cutting of tape and fingernails trailing

As paper falls away and its bounty revealed

Anticipation admittedly, I like best

Eventually laid amidst a crumpled foil nest

If your body was some brand new toy

A thing of pleasure just for me

What fun I’d have devising games

That only you and I would play

Without your interests in my mind

Would quickly find my tongue

About your peach fuzzed ear

Drawing tastes along, beneath, behind

Until my appetite calls me south

Exploring, orally I would go

And thankfully would not suffer

With yesteryears’ salt and bitter

Instead I’d dine on this sweet nectar

Like mango juice dripping off my chin

Once tasted

Covet each drop I’ve wasted

If you were a boy made manifest for me

A favor granted from the gods

Your body a play thing strictly for my pleasure

At beckon call a trove of manly treasures

Selfishly filling my wants desired

Short lived they would be apart from yours

For in your bliss I find my own

In the space between your sighs and shudders

My passion rests in its new home

The player becomes the played

For if you asked me this

There is no inch I would not kiss