why did i come here

bred to be butter in

your lithe little hands

caress me with the meat

of your palm, i am welcome

warmth against the

creases caught in the

lace of your underpants

the common curl along

your bottom lip caught

softly in my teeth

i nibble at you precious

i welcome you over me

like fruit hanging

and in the breadth of

summer we are sweaty

bandits riding out the