Clue

We are playing
On your narrow bed,
You wear your thong,
I my socks.
You want me to
Converse and Entice
Your nethers with
My tongue.
You move onto
Your knees resting
Your head sideways
On the pillow.
You smile as if to say,
“This is how
I like it.”
I have no clue.
Your rounded butt cheeks
Curve out in perfect arcs
too tempting
Not to stroke with
My cheek.
My tongue glides
Along the arc
Parallel with
Your thong.
You smile again
As if to say,
“Get under.”
I have a clue.
I flip over onto my back
And slide my head
forward
Between your legs,
Your small tummy is
Above my forehead,
I reach for a towel
To rest my head on,
And slowly tongue
Your faint smile
Between pink lips,
Slowly then faster
From side to side
Across and around
Your pearl
Until your
Sighs and
Fingers
Press my ears,
And you buck away
Held by my hands
And arms across
Your smooth
Bottom and
Waist,
Firmly.