I want to get lost inside the molecules of his taste as it smears all around my lips and tongue.
I want to seal him in my solace, let him unravel in my greedy hands, drink him whole and devour his name.
I want the pressure of his strength careened hard against my ribs, pelvis, womb.
I want the stare of hunger to be yanked from his eyes when he looks at me.
I want to make the man second guess himself, to forget that I am dangerous, a fox in chick clothing.
Power & sex; I want these laced with him, make him weep with desirous starvation.
I want to seal him into a cocoon of my affection, roll him sweetly in my daydreams and fondlings.
I want his body to be a post to scratch, an alter to bless, a bruise to kiss, a wound to dress.
I want him on me, in me, under my undulating hips,
Lips twisted with lips
Fists upon wrists
Aggression and bliss
...exactly this
I want nothing to do with what's necessary.
I want everything to be loud and impossible.
Implode-able, explode-able
Volatile me chasing magnetic you
Drunk for days on a name
That I will never get to moan out loud.
A wish said to the wind
A whisper with no ears to prey on.
