Pre

 

Pre

Rather sticky

and moist

in the palm of one's hand

moments after it lingers

in strands

between the fingers.

The indicative dead ringer.

Harbinger of a delicate sensation.

Bringer of evident anticipation

hard to hide as it glides

from desire to intention.

Rather slick

and viscous.

Free flowing and profuse.

Flung like a discus

from the mind

to the line of the zipper

as thoughts delivered are discussed.

Hardly discreet,

this secretion

borne of an intensity replete

with secrets so perverse

are only ever dispersed

in passionate conversing.

Brief trips rehearsing between messages

elicit the slow drip

between crevasses

that even a firm grip

can't seem to cease.

Preemptive pleasurable

unnerving release

ever emerging from the tip

or from one's lips to another

inciting and inviting

to one willing to

sloppily smother and smear

smooth and clear over the face

or gently erased in haste

on one's tongue

down one's throat

to savor the distinct flavor

and steal a small taste

of what delectable dew

with a measured pace

will rush out warm and new

from the edge until subdued.

Devin Joseph Metz

1.30.21