• decadence

    your black body, diamond studded, curls around me warm; i could never have enough of the thousand suns seeded all over you, dripping decadence like you were made to feed lips that open wide

  • devolve

    why must you escape gravity, be drunk on that pull, devolve into total mush like thick moss deep in the woods, sink further, don’t be afraid, let it grab you by the legs and swallow you whole into the musk,

  • kneaded

    i don’t need to be kneaded like dough on a marble top, just meet me here where moonlight spills like milk, where honey dew rolls off the tip of a leaf, spring tastes like crisp apple and forevermore rests at the brink,

  • drink

    you pour me a glass of drink, but all i see is your wrist titled just right and liquid pouring like a hot stream, splashing against the sides of the glass; you offer it to me, but i have drunk from it before it has even touched my lips

  • cleaved

    your smile cleaves me straight down, head to two toes; i say i can’t take another heartbreak but here i am dancing to your every move, your willing sacrifice, neck tilted wide open; sweet lamb for your sharp knife—

  • abandonment

    don’t look downcast, you are the child of the moon and sun, they spin around you, pulling you up and out; oh, sweet daisies, bluebells and moonflowers toss yourselves with total abandonment, heap your scent in the air: aphrodite would envy you

  • monolith

    you are the monolith through which the whole of me stretches, ballooning with every thrum of your being; the universe stretches with the sound of you

  • drug

    your face calls me like a siren that pains as it pleases; i can’t stop falling in, forgive me my soul, i long to be so utterly shattered, and cruelty calls me like a drug

  • tug-of-war

    I can see the force of your boot against me and your eyes sharpened to life, hair angst against the winds of my defiance; sing me, demand me, pull my limbs in this tug-of-war that neither of us ever wins

  • Scheherazade

    you pull out words out of my hoard so easy; i must restrain your hand to stretch sweetness to sheer taffy, like Scheherazade I must make 1001 nights out of you before sleep seeps into my pillows