I want to peel your epidermis
like an orange and garnish it
upon my lips
I want your speckled flesh
velvet smooth
underneath my fingertips
Your soft peach skin
flavor of sweat
smells sweetly of sin
One sniff makes me wet
I love your hands,
supple like cream
spreading generously over me
Pigment means nothing
but how much heat
you can take
Thick skin absorbs force—
how much power
can you make?