I can feel your teeth
on my lip
i can feel your breath
on my mouth
and it tastes
like slow kisses
and touches
and skin to skin
and fantasies
and clothes on the floor
and bodies sweating
and nakedness
and desire
you already know the question
and i already know the answer
but i will ask you anyways
if i can go to your house tonight
only because i love to notice
the desire on your voice too
YOU ARE READING
Thrive
PoetrySometimes I feel fragile, and poetry helps me to blossom and thrive. But here's the problem. I'm not delicate like a flower or a little plant in the middle of a forest. I'm fragile like a bomb. If you are ready to watch me burn, go ahead...
