Why sit terrified clutching my image in your hands
Does my hair envelope you
Do my eyes comfort you
Do my lips seduce you
Peeling that hungry place hidden well within the pit
of your stomach
Tampering with the butterflies
Floating towards the brain
Clouding all judgment
Transporting from 2 dimension to the snake 
slithering between your thighs
Devouring that which is given freely to fill
my mouth and my belly
Like a bad little girl, swallowing my appreciation
Like a good little girl, begging for more
 

©Natalie N. Narine