Poetikmind

Your words are feeling soft to the touch.
Your shoulders and neck, I want to clutch.
We are getting lost in paradise, never to be
Found again. I want to go into this fantasy
World, just slipping, sliding and exploring
Each other. We find a way of soaring
High. I am just like an addict looking for
Her next fix, I am always looking for more.
I want to paint your words across the sky
With a paintbrush, a soft caress to the thigh.
The desire burning deep and stretching across
Miles. Darling, we are going to become the boss.
 
*written for DUP Poets Kings Erotic Comp