Cherries

you push past an embroidered cherry on a bed of white lace, to place a kiss on a pink flesh one

an embroidered cherry on a bed of white lace,

pushed aside

so your lips can find the flesh of a pink cherry underneath

you push past a red cherry,

embroidered on a bed of white lace

underneath

you find a pink cherry

on a bed of flesh, graced

you kiss me

then it

it is sweet,

you tell me so,

between my moans

but you want more,

my pink matter isn’t enough

neither is the grey stuff

your hands travel

they find my sternum

after searching my chest some

your lips are wet as you kiss again

your hands are soft as they tear my skin;

gentle as they rupture my ribs;

nimble as they unravel my veins from the drum in my chest

you hold it in front of me,

your prize.

your teeth sink

cherry red flows down your chin.

It is sweet,

you tell me so,

between my moans.