Poetry (words)

Lace me up…

I watch the words fall from his lips. There is nothing more enticing, how they spill in these moments turning hours into shadows. 

Nobody says my name this way, nobody makes me feel so beautiful. His touch life affirming, awakening my soul.

I want him like wanting is oxygen, breathless without it, holding out for euphoria with every gasp, he makes it flow.

I’m complete in his presence, in the silence of his arms. He stirs a hunger in me and I am ravenously his.


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