bare skin glides against my rough edges like warm sand you buff my contours smooth mouth tracing the trail of my vertebrae you become cartographer of
Category: Erotica
Manic Monday
Can you run your hands over my bare back? Tangle your fingers in my hair? Draw me into your arms make me liquid Help me
sea anemones
taste of sea in your mouth when tongues mingle explore your ear a conch shell my lips whisper poetry your fingers anemones brushing my breasts
Feline
We never talked about the monster inside me. Crouched on the bed, cold white skin, dark pupils dilated like dinner plates, your bodily fluids
Reunion (Revisited)
Time slows down the moment we touch rest of the world drifts away There is only remembering you remembering us together I see now
Curves and Edges
I want you to learn me with hungry palms nimble fingers that slowly undo buttons hooks zippers until fabric falls away into silken puddles at my
Night is a Crime in My Mouth (Revisited)
Night is a crime in my mouth waiting to unfold on my taste buds notes of tart black cherry plum pomegranate white oak Night
Poetry in Motion
Your palms remember warm silk of my skin when they travel the contours of my curves and edges Your lips remember my coffee scented kiss
