I  want  your  soul
breathing heavily against my collarbone,
I want your thoughts
nibbling on my ears,
your passions
pressed against my lips,
your hopes
naked on my skin,
your opinions
wet in my hands
and your desires
letting out soft little moans
against my soul.

I want your body
pressed up against my heart,
I want your hands spreading my
thoughts,
lingering over the curves of my
passions,
gripping my
hopes,
stroking my
opinions,
and rubbing my
desires.


I want you to remember
one thing. Wherever you are and
wherever you go
you will always be loved,
until my last breath and beyond,
you will be loved.      
                                                    ­                                         Jon York   2019