Your words poured down on me heavy, thick, like honey and I went about licking them off my lips. Biting at them during those 2AM hazes.
I tread disheveled over your abdomen. That soft spot where your ribs stop, tiny nervous bumps on your skin my heroine….as your breath dove in and out, your eyes serene.
Unruly hands forge on in these sticky sweet dreams. You body waits volatile underneath me as I explore you.
We will be destruction when these words become written.