I envy him
Again and again,
Where his hands have gone,
His fingers feeling the most
Tender parts of you,
My imagination painting
In the pained details of the joy
He brings you,
While I never can.
I envy him,
His mouth that swallows
You whole, one precious
Bit at a time, the nip
On earlobe or breast,
Or even the dark flower
Below he manages to
Expose and explore,
Delving too deep for me
To keep up with,
Tasting what I ache
To taste
But never can.
I envy him,
The press of his body
Against yours,
How he gets to mingle
With all your limbs
To churn up sweat
That is as sweet
As honey is,
Pushing deep into
Your secret places,
Felling the intensity of love
I ache for,
But can never feel.
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