Poem: What you should be doing

Bring your teeth to my hip like you want to kiss me on the belly
and not bite into my skin. Like your voice is not the growl
I hear it as but instead a cooing softness like I want your tongue to be.

Take your hand from my breast like you're not dominating
my spine to hold me down and instead are soft on my nipple.
Kiss me between the legs and stop hesitating on my stomach.