after the first time you went down on me

I asked you for a pen and paper—

I wanted to draw the shapes

you drew on my thighs

write the names of the sensations

that lingered in my stomach

when you kissed all around it

I hoped to capture

how sex started—

how it ended—

your pen was running out of ink

I could only write—

our tongues are quick to cause shivers

our fingers are slow to cage feelings