Your words fall, like raindrops
Soft, heavy, they glide, worthless
Over my eyes, between my lips
Sweet, warm, poison
I taste them.
Lovely, there is no other word
Yours hands smell of cinnamon
My palms pull away, deliciously seasoned
My fingers, shake, where you touch
I feel them
Your eyes, naked desire,
Molten, languid, Like a storm
Passion wells, and spills
They pull me close
I see them
And your lips,
Biting, probing
If nothing else, give me the lips
Tongue slips, hot, wet
Inside my mouth
I melt.
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