Bite me on the neck
And turn me into your beast,
I cannot have rest
Until I have a feel of your skin,
Run your hands over my chest
Feel how fast for you my heart beats,
Let us go to bed
And form infinite Ecstasies.
YOU ARE READING
Warm As A Flame
PoetryForever is a long time, But there is no other person I would rather call mine.
