The world swallowed you up before I could:
Mouth gaping, she spread her lips and licked her teeth,
Baring bones and pink gums; saliva pooling, she tilted back her head in anticipation,
Knowing just how good you'd taste.
Your little legs dangling, you dove right in
Baby boy like butter, slipping down the back of her tongue –
Her taste buds casually grazing your spine,
You fell-fell-fell and landed in the dark.
I wanted you so tightly wrapped around my finger that it'd cut off all circulation.
But I was too late;
You were already a man of the world.