It is not enough to know you

as other men have known you.

It is not enough to know you

as well as hands,

and eyes,

and lips allow.

I want to know you inside me

I want to know inside you

I want to know you every way you can be known,

I want you still sizzling on my tongue,

I want your saltiness on my lips,

I want the slick grease of you on my fingers;

I want to run my deft, eager tongue over them,

tasting you in tender licks,

my smacking, sucking, slippery lips,

savouring you head-to-hips.

I want you salted, smoked and sliced,

hung and cured and aged just right.

I want the salty bacon of you,

all of you,

just you,

in me.