Compilation

Whipped cream
and your skin
make such a lovely taste.

I want
to cover you in
velvet expectations.

I want to wrap you
in thoughts
of moments held together.

The handcuffs
are fuzzy, dear, so
don't worry, it won't hurt.

Smiling at me the
way you do makes my
throat tight.

A thread of lust
winds its way through me
and lands in my knees.

They're weak,
they straddle you, and my tongue
bends to your taste.

The lights
are low, and make the outline of
you on the bed warm.

This is our night.
We will get lost in
each other and feel like

amber and

coffee and

silk together.

Tonight.