First, I want to make you come in my hand while I watch you and kiss you,
and if you cry, I'll drink your tears while, with my whole hand,
I hold your drenched loveliness contracting.
And after a breath, I want to make you full again, and wet.
I want to make you come in my mouth like a storm.
No tears now.
The sum of your parts is my whole
most beautiful chart of the constellations--
your left breast in my
mouth again.
You know you'll have to be your age.
As I lie beside you, cover me like a gold cloud,
hands everywhere, at last inside me where I trust you,
then your tongue where I need you.
I want you to make me come.
