One of my lovers is in my mouth. Smokey. Tall. Dark. And deep. Like cocaine.

It's mine. Everyday. After the rain. Savored. Not taken for granted. Warmth.

One of my lovers breathes on me. Slow. Lasting longer. Moving my body. Warmer. Deeper. Bringing it to a place where my mind could never go alone. Stronger. Grounded.

My little lover. My girl. Her tongue is long. Softer. She forgives me. Every time. And quiets me with her femininity. She's wild. Large eyes. Audacious. 

Not all lovers can do what mine do. And if I didn't have them, I would never learn.