Sexy Erotic Poetry
"Praelambous," by Joshua Gage
As you dress this morning, remember
my tongue, the tease of it at the hem
of your panties, the slip from seam to skin.
Driving to work, scratch the itch
of my unshaved cheeks between your thighs
by pressing them against each other
to stop their trembling. As you turn on
your computer, remember my tongue grazing
across your lips. Remember it shivering
your flesh as you schedule another meeting.
Let the memory buckle your knees
as you photocopy a memo, your skirt
now tickling the back of your legs. Waiting
to pay for lunch, remember my tongue
tugging you open until the change
in your hand jingles with the shudder.
Back in your cubicle, remember
my tongue as you put the phone on hold
to transfer the call, your breath escaping
in barely audible whimpers. Walking
to your car, remember my tongue, the pulse
of it against the rhythm of your hips.
Clutching the wheel like you claw the bed sheets,
give in to the memory. Let recollection
ripple and lick you back to me.
Originally published May 2010