you smell like hot ylang ylang wax in a humid cabin and I can taste it down my throat.

can you tame the hunger in my eyes?

can you douse the smoke in my veins?

she runs her fingers through her hair as her legs dangle in the lake, not looking back.

as she jumps in naked she whispers back, ”I’m sure we will try”

temptation drips from my lips

he licks it from my chin and nibbles the tip of my nose.

“I smell the desire pulsing through the throbbing of your heartbeat in your neck..”

tight grip, nails scratching, he breathes me in through my hair and sends shivers through my skin.

“maybe tomorrow..”

how much talking is enough?

when is efficient sufficient?

your tongue knows the corners of my body yet is confined by an Italian gate.

our only boundary, restrictive to the wisdom of our souls.

we are held, skin on skin. we hold each other oh so close.

our gaze travels through our blood as we search for an honest understanding of all the things unsaid.

eyes locked, energies on drugs, touch electric.

my love manifesto to you, is only but phonetic.

what do you see when you look at me?

do you smell liberation in my hair?

can you taste tenacity on my skin?

can you hear my breathing as I mark your neck with my fingernails?

my blood is wicked gold and my bones are sewn together by a passionate dance of the inner wars I’ve conquered.

break me you cannot,

but unraveling my dress in your lap…