these hands of mine
with their
small,
skinny
fingers,
grip your sweating flesh
like it’s a lifeline.

push
pull
plunge
you & i

through the day
reminders of this,
sweetest of sins,
stop.
me.
in.
my tracks.

your teeth
have made a home
on my shoulders,
as have my nails
in your back.

i am tangled,
as never before,
in a web
of lust.

welcome back, freedom
you were missed.