Her lips like fiery embers of campfires in August
Her hands, though cold, burns as they grazes my thighs
Her smile, like a crack by the sidewalk,
With wild flowers peeping out into the sun.
// U N T I T L E D //
I like the silence
When we kiss
You don’t say anything
Your tongue presses hungrily for more.
But I pull away and you keep quiet
And you look at me with those eyes
A vortex of complexity
A good kind
That makes me want to take you there and then
To feed the fiery embers I had ignited