I can tell you now love,I am not perfect
Heat rises unchecked, like passion. We comeundone. You wearmy sweat like gloss upon your…
It isn’t holy what we have hereTrapped between flesh of iniquityGood God! Your dark lips a tender spear
Oh, that I could feel your breathupon my brow and then,the quickened pulse, the supple passionfrom whence our love began.
Morning bringsjust what we need — not a brief showeror interminable drizzle;not the sudden downpourof a summer…
You are the devotee;I am your sacred space.
💟
“You caught me on a bad day,”you told me.
Wrap me in your soft gray blanket, fogcool my passion, make it last.
ardeō
My lips brush her navelkissing soft skin, sultry breath staccatoas she presses upwardsmy mouth presses back
I wake with a whimper, I wake and I reach for youin the darkness.
