Trace the curves on my body
like I am the moon
submitting to the dark,
tantalizing night.
I will offer up to you
my most precious craters,
dips of sultry grey
impatient
to be explored,
begging
for you to undress
all the parts of me
you've never had
the pleasure of touching
under the prudish scrutiny
of daylight.
But the sun has long since
straddled the horizon;
the sun has long since
surrendered to the dusk.
And I am ready for you,
my sweet Astronaut,
awaiting the lustful force
of your gravity.
Take me.
Your skin against
my skin--
the mere sight of us
will make the constellations
redden with passion
and the rings of Saturn
quiver with desire
as they watch as we
erupt into stardust.
Feb 16, 2018
Feb 16, 2018 at 11:10 AM UTC
Trace the curves on my body
like I am the moon
submitting to the dark,
tantalizing night.
I will offer up to you
my most precious craters,
dips of sultry grey
impatient
to be explored,
begging
for you to undress
all the parts of me
you've never had
the pleasure of touching
under the prudish scrutiny
of daylight.
But the sun has long since
straddled the horizon;
the sun has long since
surrendered to the dusk.
And I am ready for you,
my sweet Astronaut,
awaiting the lustful force
of your gravity.
Take me.
Your skin against
my skin--
the mere sight of us
will make the constellations
redden with passion
and the rings of Saturn
quiver with desire
as they watch as we
erupt into stardust.
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