on my knees

a triolet

Michelangelo, Nude Woman on her Kneescco

I fall to my knees, the taste of you on my lips — 
I ache to hold you on my tongue.
Ferociously fixed on savouring each sip,
I fall to my knees, the taste of you on my lips.
Sweet bursting fullness, fingers carefully unzip,
to feed this famished mouth, swelled and bee stung.
I fall to my knees, the taste of you on my lips — 
I ache to hold you on my tongue.

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