

I know this issue where you
Want me.
Against the wall, hands pinned,
above my head.
Bare.
“You’re my art.” You whispered while
Biting your lip.
How do you do that? Make me drip without
A touch.
On your knees, I watch you fall.
“Spread”. You demand. I love how you
Throw my leg over your
Shoulder.
How your face sinks deep between my
Thighs.
How your tongue strokes until it
Drowns.
Don’t stop. Please make me come to life.