I want you to write words
against my thighs
Lingering inside the crevices
that make poetry make sense
I want the pressure of your fingers
strumming my lines
Letting go of fear
Crying out with wonder
I want the imprint of your lips
to teach me how to play
Without formula and potion
A magic derived from the
sanctity of your love
Aug 27, 2023
Aug 27, 2023 at 7:33 PM UTC
I want you to write words
against my thighs
Lingering inside the crevices
that make poetry make sense
I want the pressure of your fingers
strumming my lines
Letting go of fear
Crying out with wonder
I want the imprint of your lips
to teach me how to play
Without formula and potion
A magic derived from the
sanctity of your love
