i may not
be sure of what
you see exactly
when you look
down and lock
eyes as i feast
upon the supple
delicacy betwixt
your lovely thighs
but judging by
the way your
fingers grip
the back of my
skull as your body
grows rigid as the
waves of pleasure
erase reality
i imagine temporarily
i look like your future
as i write poems
along your flesh
and trace forever
with the nib of
my tongue on your soul
etching the passion
you only dreamt of
until you cast me
aside for the next
chapter in your book
on how to make mistakes

we both know
deep down
i am no mistake
i am a lifelong
aching regret
your body can
never quite forget