I wonder if the scrape of your teeth
will have the same affect on me as your voice.
I wonder if the taste of your skin
will stay in my mind like your words do.
I wonder if the wetness will pull me in, teasing me, like you do.
I wonder if the satisfaction will be as complete,
washing over me like a wave,
saturating me entirely.
I wonder if the feel of your fingertips
will bring me off the bed, like mine do.
I wonder if your tongue will make me shiver
as the thought of it does.
I wonder if your body will turn into me,
like it does in my fantasies,
folding up inside my arms.
I wonder if your lips will taste more like you,
or more like me, when I’m through with you,
although, really, will I ever be through?