if i had a nickel
for every time i have
daydreamt of running
my tongue from the
arch of her foot
up her shapely legs
to bury it in the
ocean of her longing

i would have enough
to retire happily
as she does her best
to grind the beard
off of my glistening face
rather than drive to
another broken set
of parcel lockers at
the ass end of hell