Touch me there first.

Run a fingertip along the edge of your fantasies.

Learn where the sharp, unexpected edges are and revel in the feel of each curve.

I will only let you kiss me if your lips
are so full of intention that every
brush of them feels like
you’re writing a novel on my skin.

I am a wild lover.

Love consumes me.
I will let go.
My soul boils
inside me.
My kisses
will stain your skin
My eyes
will burn your heart.
I will break you
and I will fix you.
I am addictive.
I am yours.