You taste sweet on the tip of my tongue
Like ripe fruit bursting at the first bite
You tell me all the secrets of your body
With each twitch of your hips
Like a street wet with warm summer rain
You grab ahold of my hair and pull me in closer
As if you were pleading for me to know more
YOU ARE READING
Preservation
PoesíaPoetry Collection on preservering in love, sorrow, trauma, and desire
