There's a startling beauty
in the way we make art
from gentle forehead kisses and soft licks on a *******
to the honey that drips from my lips when you come
but before you arrive
trace the sand dune that is my collarbone
and follow the ridge to the tips of my fingers
over goosebumps like rain droplets
on a clean smooth wind pane
in turn i'll run my fingers through your hair
tree bark rough from sea salt and sand
pulling your lips towards mine
**** ******* my plump bottom petal
and bite till you taste the iron in my blood
mark your territory with galaxies on my neck
and let your choking grip form Saturn rings
that I'll label my preface to passion.