you start so slow
I feel your face
movement of breath
I should tell you no
your fingers tug
at the fabric between
your skin and mine
lightly your tongue
soft and warm
against my folds
hold me down
with my clothes
you're tasting me
with your lips seek
source of my scent
control my breath
I can't concentrate
on your movements
dizzy with desire
Intoxicated
desend Art
if I were Community
Influences
I would like to say the world at large but mostly it is the inspiration of unreciprocated love.
