In The Wherever

She could make a map
of his perfect body
with her perfect tongue

She knows all the markers
The shape of his hardened nipples
beneath of the attention of her eager tongue

The feel of his cock
rising not-so-subtly
against her sweating thighs

The way he breathes
Hard
yet implicitly gentle
Pressed to her ears

Whispering

I want you
I could fuck you now
I could make you beg

She wants to be made useless
Desperate from the merest glancing touch
His fingers against her skin
Her tongue against her flesh
Anywhere
Tongue, fingers, toes, breasts, thighs, ears, stomach
Anytime

He could fuck her
He could make her beg

She would be grateful for the chance
The chance to plead, to cajole, to urge, to inspire

Just touch her once
Touch her anywhere
And she is yours
In the wherever, whenever, however of time

She is easy
She is easily inspired

You are easy inspiration