Poem: Your words and smiles

Your words are sometimes sweeter than your sweat
on my tongue after I've sucked you, sometime more bitter
than the tang of your climax after smacking lips and licking
the corners of my mouth dry.

How can your smile mean both rage inducing anger
and heart melting swoons based on when I'm staring at your
eyes crinkling with your upraised cheeks.

You'll have crows feet before me to match my frown lines;
even now white from use out in the sun.