Okay, those of you that know me know I have an odd need to keep things in balance. So here is a little Haiku on the other side of the fulcrum.
Dancing on the tip
My glistening liquid pearl
Your willing tongue waits
Lust
She Lingers
Her: “Did you wash your hands yet?”
Him: “No, why would I?”
Her: “Because your fingers are covered in my cum”
Him: “Yes they are. Does that bother you?”
Her: “Not really, but you still have to eat lunch”
Him: “Yes I do, and….?”
Her: “Won’t that ruin your meal?”
Him: “Not in the least. I love the way you taste”
Her: “And my scent doesn’t distract you?”
Him: “Of course it does. I crave it like a drug”
Her: “I don’t understand you sometimes”
Him: “You don’t need to understand my dear. Just smile and say, Thank you”
Her: “Thank you” (Smile)
Insecurely Confident 