Pancake.

How wet do you get, baby?
Because, ngl, it’s been so hot and I am thirsty.
And you got what I need to quench that thirst.

So how about this?
How bout I flip you like a pancake.
How about I start brushing my lips down the back of your neck, your shoulders, god, that fuckin’ back…

Would that get things started?

And then if I kept going down, down, down…
Took those beautiful cheeks in my hands and pulled them apart.
Pressed my lips where maybe no one ever told you you’d want them.

Would you start thinkin’ maybe you could quench my thirst after all?

And if as my tongue pressed against you here, I slid a finger in there.
And then another.
(and you know which two)…

Would I find they glide in easily?

And if I sensed your breath change
and then hooked those fingers
to just the right angle…

Would you find yourself tumbling over the edge?

Oh, but dang… I’m not situated to catch it all…

Well. Shoot.

Guess we’ll just have to flip you over again.
Fingers taking place of tongue.
Tongue where you’re swollen.

And then…

Then will I get my drink?

…Down to find out?

Thirstily Yours.