After a while, I wonder

My knees sweating

My jaw aching

If I have ever had a meal as satisfying as this one

The one I am currently devouring

Not on the table, but leaning against it

Small dun asshcheeks pressing into the ledge

Long white thighs braced against my palms

Barefoot

On the tile

And buried

In my mouth.

You taste like your medication, that acrid dust

And you taste like kim chi on vacation

You taste like salt and all my sins and I lean back to wander into your dark eyes

So startled to find me

Kneeling in front of you

In this rented kitchen.

I lick you again, and again, as if I am hypnotized

And maybe I am

I want you again and again

And maybe that's what you were thinking about, as you watched me

As you slipped your knuckle under my chin to feed me another translucent loop of your precum

As you rested your palm on the back of my head

You were thinking

No one will ever want me like this, ever again. No one

is as hungry

as my poor starving girl.