Soft skin
sliding slippery
silk in my
hand
like it's
singing
smooth jazz to my
finger tips.
Slow motion
solo
sending her legs into
vibration, the
bass in the background
around my ears
as the
moaning continues
as melody.
Quiet. I
wipe her
from my bottom lip
And ask her
to taste it.
Taste it again.
Look at me.
Focus.
Me
and you
now.
Through the
darkness of this room
and the
emptiness
of my eyes,
Please don't
get lost but
lose yourself
a little.
I don't want to be alone
and I want to
make music so
Release these
ideas of
sleepovers
and romantic memories.
Run off as easy as
your honey does and
only love for
this moment, love.
You mean nothing
but to feel something.