' ' ' ' ' You No Longer Read Poem by Dónall Dempsey

Your eyes
intent on the hunt

track down words
from page to page.

A slender hand
holds the book

against a pair
of naked knees.

A nipple
caught in the crock

of an arm
made brown by the sun

(totally uninterested
in the book at hand)

stiffens as it
catches my gaze.

Looks at me pleadingly
begging me: “Please...oh...please! ”

How can I
possibly
resist it.

Tantalised & titillated
by your right tit

perched like an exotic
morsel in the V of your arm.


I, bit by bit
(yes...I admit it)


give in
to it.

Place it between
lips & teeth

cajole
it
&
ahhhhhhh

the gift of tongues

translating my desire
into your need

until now you no longer
...read.