My heart longs for the slow paced life,
found in the cadence of the porch swing.
Wrapped in a blanket, nestled into you
while my red panted toes gently press
into the dry and worn porch boards
that creek as we sway,
while we talk and watch the fireflies
at the end of each day.

The whiskey on your breath
and the ***** on mine,
the drinks go down smooth -
like your mouth on my body.

The heat from your body,
the warmth of your breathe,
we’re tangled together,
covered in sweat.

My body is a treasure map,
your tongue the key,
the twisting of the sheets,
the moan of release.

I’m addicted to you
Both the pleasure and the pain,
the passion that burns,
and the desire that can’t be tamed .