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.