I grasp a piece of invisible text from Delta of Venus
and bite so hard juice runs down
to where I'm smooth inside.
I am falling over the edge
in anticipation of your mouth.
My lips curve like the rim of the roll top bath,
they smile, then say,
fuck me over the side.
Open mouthed, soft inside, I swell,
clitoral bulbs freeze framed in slow,
they grow - lento. I’m an Attenborough nature programme,
my clitoris evolves from want.
Don’t stop - you make me summer.
Wendy Allen has been published in Atrium, Re-Side, Brunel Writer and Northern Gravy. She has a Legitimate Snack coming out shorty from Broken Sleep and is about to start an MA in Creative Writing at Oxford Brookes.