Unforsaken

I teased you
By not asking
I simply gave
I gave you my breath
On a neck caressed
My moisture
With my tongue depressed
On embossed flesh
Felt you with my devilish crest
A hand upon a moist crevice
When you left
Not quite satisfied
Not unhappy
I was left standing
Rampant with desire
That is fine
For I am replete
Every time I see that look
The one with the bliss
The one I once forsook

© 2005, Mosquitobyte