title?

i must admit, lately
i’ve become quite
fancied
with an idea of
your spit
swishing in my mouth.
your tongue laced
in remuline.

oh god.

it seems like candy to me.
i think about it &
find myself
sucking
on my tongue
pretending its you.

my eyes turn to sex
crazed slits trapped
in fantasy & 
the line it wears
between reality.


i open my mouth like i want it
i close my eyes like i need it
i use fingertips to feel it
and confirm my existence.
my primal need to feel.

yeah...this is totally about what the impression leads to. i need to revise definitely but i dont know how. . .