Tell me where you want it.
She did not hesitate.
She grabbed my hand and pressed it
right between her legs and said here.
Then she moved it higher, said and here, and here, and here,
She mapped out every target with the confidence and cheer,
Of a woman who is done waiting to be figured out by fools,
She said I will teach you and these are the rules.
Tell me where, she told me everywhere,
Tell me where, she pulled me by the hair,
To the spots that get her screaming and the spots that get her close,
Tell me where, she grabbed me by the throat,
And said right here is where your mouth belongs until I say,
Tell me where, and she told me every way.
She was bossy.
Unapologetic.
Explicit as a road map
drawn in sweat.
I followed every instruction with my tongue and with my hands,
She said harder there and softer here, the demands,
Kept coming like a flood of filthy GPS directions,
Turn left at her hipbone, park it at the intersection.
She came so hard from the directed effort that she cried,
Not sad, just overwhelmed, legs open wide,
She said nobody ever listened when I said exactly how,
I said I am listening, she said I know that now.