Sky and Sea

You became 

the waves 

kissing the 

tender flesh 

of my shore, 

and suddenly 

I wasn’t

sure if 

I was 

an island 

or a goddess. 

Worship Me

Isn’t my skin exquisite?

Taste it. Run your tongue from my neck to my icy
collarbone. Visit my sternum and breathe in
the scents of sex and jasmine that lie there.
Venture a little lower, nipping your way to my
navel.

Glance up at me so I know you’re
worshipping this body with me.

Kiss the sharp angles of
my hipbones, being sure to
pay special attention to the scars. Lap
the salted honey that lies at the apex
of my thighs.

Glance up at me so I know you’re
worshipping this body with me.

Vanilla Mint Dissolution

Eyes closed but I am watching you,
looking to see if you’re in there, surviving
the flames that scorch my skin and rip
open my inked veins.

Vanilla mint corpuscles brush your
own, tingling and tasting with a tongue too
afraid to speak the words barred behind
bones and teeth.

But now, see how bold my tongue has become?
See how it dances across your skin?
See how it draws speech from your lungs and
forces you to breathe?

Ah, see now how bold your tongue has become,
if only to match mine? I am ruthless and
I am fearless with a fuck you attitude but
I need to feel you under my skin.

Then there is you and your fervor and
your dissolution and your
words cresting the gold and green waves
crashing down on us both.