Spiraling up my spine,the heat rises.Rivulets of honeyrush towards my center, one sweet note after another.I have lost myself already.
even when others had begun textingand snapping risqué photos,you used your voice to lure me
I don’t want youat the other end of this keyboard.I don’t want youwords on a screen,cold, digital, abstract.
Mask,a touch,a kiss,intimate strangers.