A bead of moisture
Trickles down your dark olive chest
Between perfect pecs
Glistening in the Roman sunlightI watch as it glides further south
Splitting in two, divided by your navel
I lick up one drop, tasting its sweet saltiness
The other follows your trail of hair
Disappearing into your tight pantsI want to rip them off of you
I am cheated out of the other drop of dew
I await an invitation; You nod
Savagely, I tear the front of your denims open
Pulling downward to get what I am after
Just as the bead of sweat reaches the base of your manhood
I devour it, my thirst quenched
From Whence you Came