Gastropod

I want to trail my tongue
snug as a snail
through the clefts of your body,
deftly to slide through your moss.

I want to tickle
the prickle of your skin
with my chin snuggled low,
as I rest my hand on the breast I know.

I want to hear the moan
that I've known exude
(like dewdrop on plants)
as it slants from your throat.

And when it's done,
And the glum world knocks on our door
let me hide in my shell by your side
And wait for more.