WHY I’VE NEVER LET YOU CUM ON MY FACE

Because your salt is honey, thick and slow— 

a dark syrup I swallow whole, 

not one drop lost to sheets or chin. 

 

Because when you groan, I open wider, 

let the pulse of you flood my throat, 

a worship without spillage. 


 

Because I am greedy. 

Because I want it all— 


the twitch, the heat, the last shudder 

melting like stolen candy 


under my tongue. 

 

Because your pleasure is too precious 

to wear as a mask. 

I’d rather drink you clean.