I turn my belly skyward for your viewing pleasure.

Does this please you?

Your gaze scorches this skin-patch, but I don’t flinch.

Would you notice if I did?

My tongue lolls out, hungry for the taste of your knowing fingers.

May I lick them?

I thirst, I pant, I am want itself, I am inflated with desire.

Won’t you fill me?

Your gaze is fickle, but I am faithful. I am patient.

I must wait.