i want all of you, each atom. raised eyebrows, those eyes of melted chocolate, the laid-back laugh and the way you speak, dry, dewy,
our bodies wrapped in Debussy, skin tinged with pink, afterglow, quiet laughter in the cocoon of a sparsely-furnished room--clinging tightly, not so tightly, tracing fingertips, foreheads together, soft lips meeting, your warm hand on my waist
then, a dark glare, evil painted in the arch of your eyebrows and the smirk that creeps across your face, pinning me down, thick tongue running the length of my body, hot, wet--
i want to write for you on the morning after, i want you to lick up my words like dessert, i want you to crave more i want you to crave me
i want i want i want
stream-of-consciousness at midnight.