My body thirsts for you.
I'm enslaved by you
that I have no space
for anything else.
Words, imagery, prose
no longer quench
the desire in me.
I quiver at the thought
of opening myself to you,
of you tasting the dew
from my petal,
gradually coming undone
only to have you gather me,
piece by piece,
reassembling me until
I become the girl
you yearn to possess.
Feb 12, 2019
Feb 12, 2019 at 3:48 PM UTC