:: to you, Lover. and to you, Beloved
all i want is more of Him
i open my mouth
His words play and have their way
i open my thighs
His fingers skim and part my seas
i open my heart
His glances mine and for a split second
my core turns molten. my spine crumbles in to a hot, hot mess
the very thing i cannot have is more, so
i am left, inflamed.
so then. so what?
i plead. what to do with warmed mouth, with scorched thighs, with seared heart?
Burn, i hear.
the only thing to do is Burn.