I crave your touch,
the simple brush
of your flesh to mine.
Draw me in
and make me sin
make me a slave
of your desire.
Touching you
would surely do
if that touch
was a promise
of so much
more.
I’m lust with loves lips
tongues twisted
in erotic bliss
enchanting you with my
verbal voodoo spit
I'll make you crave my ink
and thirst for its stain
creating textured shades of desire
from lips UN-leashed
A kiss so reckless
I'm limp in your arms
a victim to your lips
My lips to yours
is a dangerous thing
as I may not care
for the bruises
you will wear
when I am through.
Mixing metaphors
digits knead in
pleasing patterns
Time has stopped
and nothing exists
but my hands
roaming over you
finding every inch
a playground
waiting for me
to slide down
and climb in-
to where the fun
will begin.