there is this feeling in my chest.
that dances across my skin
down my legs
and up my spine.
it is a burning.
a tension i can't satisfy.
this aching thing
coiling inside of me
begging for a release—
and then you touch me.
dance your hands across my skin
down my legs
and up my spine—
and it's like it all boils over
and hits a point.
a pinnacle.
a climax.
a waterfall
that spills right over the edge
and into your lap
your hands
your mouth—
undone
for you.
YOU ARE READING
thorns and other maladies
Poetryanother collection of poems. *TW: mentions of sexual assault, drug use, self harm and other sensitive topics*
