You speak to me without words,
by the look in your eyes.

It's not too hard to figure out
what's going through your mind.

The strong hugs, and gentle kisses
died a long long time ago.

It's just the bear emotion there now
and you embrace it, so go...




Go on and run that tongue ring across your lips
with your devilish eyes, and those screaming hips.

And tell me about how you, like the sting
as you pull up your shirt, and expose your navel ring.

And yeah, go ahead... show me your tattoo.
Just know I'm not dumb, I know what your trying to do.

And I must admit, your about to succeed.
As you walk on over and set next to me,

I catch a faint smell, of your perfume...
as you point out, no one else is in the room.

And you won't tell, if I won't tell
and I don't tell but, I plan to give you hell.

You waste no time, introducing your skin to mine.
Every stitch of clothing on the floor in record time.

As you guide your tongue all around me,
I give your head some assistance in where it, needs to be.

After that I think you, kinda got the hint.
Yet, even on your knees looking up, I sensed no resentment.

Then you asked if I would "return the favor".
And even as I write this I, still remember the flavor.

The taste of sweat,
the taste of longing and waiting.
The taste of fulfillment,
and its all mine for the taking.

And I take...

You scream as rage penetrates,
words a loud, that I can't translate.

Yet I don't have to, your body... it tells it all.
Tensed, thighs and lips clinched, clawing the wall.

Trouble breathing, back arched
legs spread, far apart.

Placing my hands, on your chest.
We might as well admit it, this is what we do best.


...


When all is said and done, and you got what you came for,
you grab my hand... and say those three words once more.
I light a cigarette as I, head toward the door.
Then turn, to see...




The Best of Me,




drip from your chin...




to the floor.