Languid kisses leave me satin and desperate
to crawl into your mouth
make a blanket of your tongue
lay tokens of my favour by your molars

Your hand's on my hip and
all I can think is how safe I will feel
beneath your collarbone

Legs intertwined with duvets and soft hums, satisfaction
your ribcage dances with my fingertips
as I envisage burrowing deep in the cavity which holds you
up, together, grounded.

That seems the spot for me-
inside you, part of you, never without you
so desperate and desolate in life
except with you
utterly a part of me, so fundamental to my own existence
what power you have, what destruction you might release, what trust I give completely