Smoke & Soak

Call 

      me 

           cliché

         but 

           I 

        dropped 

                   rose 

               petals 

              &

         lit 

candles 

In the house, the bathtub’s bubbling, jump in with me 

let me massage your sore muscles with coconut oil 

we’ll later use as a lubricant, but only after I see 

your green apple grooves and watch you skin an orange,

pulling apart the slices to share with me 

My clothes are laid over the floors so mango messy 

it reminds me of our lovemaking, I haven't kissed you 

yet but I can taste you already, I want you so bad 

I’ve been marinating a joint in between my breast 

to watch you smoke me & I can nestle in you 

the way you rest in me and I do that little clench

trick that gets you every time 

The dusty smoked air in the bathroom is trapping 

our throats & all I can think is how I want to take you 

captive using my thighs, drench my lips in honey 

so you can suck them off 

as your face pulls away from mine I see the residue 

of our paste

Once our wrinkly toes touch the cool tiles chase me 

to the couch where we’ll cuddle before we spark 

impassioned sexual experimenting 

Before the night ends, I want to see your handprints 

on the car windows while we’re in the parking lot 

of Shake Shack, so we have the option to satisfy 

our doubled desires 

I’ll ask you again to use the coconut oil to rub the nape 

of my neck and you’ll use your fingertips to trail down

to my solar plexus & gaze at my body’s skill to turn cherry red