I wish to make you
sweat,
not from desire, yet from our heat
Your skin must be wet, your breath salty and sweet
breathing on the beat of my speech.
So don't bother to
comment,
since we were cut from the same cloth
Don't take off your garments,
I would beat you in
that department
No room for detachment in this
apartment
Seven layers of your skin hovering in my scent.
Drenched in cold sweat.
Like raindrops
on a surface of glass. This storm too
shall pass.
Tension in the air,
as you drop your chains.
A barrier you tried so hard to maintain, slipping through your
fingers and chest.
A treat on a forbidden quest,
I wish to make you surrender, a threat so tender