Wish

This wish.

That this flesh.

My flesh.

Was the flesh that you covet.

This touch.

this skin, my skin.

is the skin you long to trace.

run circles over,

grab in the heat of passion,

scratch, twist, bite

bury your moans in.

your sighs against.

your cries.

This kiss.

these lips, my lips.

invade with your tongue.

taste me.

fill space with your urgency,

thrust, nip,bite.

swallow my sighs.

eat my cries.

these whimpers.

Began

I don't know, how this began.

Soft words

Kind smile

A kiss

Holding hands.

It wasn't this place, that lead me here.

It was the promise of,

your skin

your breath

shouted whispers

slowly brush against my ear

while the bass thumps in my breast,

threatening to

break ribs

tear flesh

like the ache I feel, to pull you close and

consume your

rule your

be a fool for

how did this begin..