That Place

That place
Between your fingers
Or on your neck where I nibble
Somewhere insides of your thighs
Or playing with the softness of your nipple
That hard kiss on your lips
Smoldering and yet so delicate
Sucking the tiredness of the entire day place
For which I dearly long and persist.

That place
With the light pull of your cheeks
As I take a bite
How irresistible is that place
Which I can't even describe.

That place
Just gazing into your eyes
Thinking what you might be thinking
I comprehend only through your smile
With my lips on you
And me slightly pulling your hair
As you fall into sleep
So purely vulnerable
And God how you trust me with it
How delicately I rub myself on you
And yet I still take a bite.

That place
And why do I even call it home?