In a Perfect World

A L I T T L E S U G A R F O R T H A T S A L T

I'm afraid of the glint in your eyes

your mouth has a way of bringing me to my knees

of making me tangle my fingers through your curly hair

I can feel your tongue tracing each and every crevice of my body

you pulled my ponytail;

I arched my back

and oh--

Oh fuck right there