Write of Reality

A slightly different
Write of reality
There is no doubt
Would be our own bed
Where we play and romp
Touch and talk, laugh too
Making each other feel
Wanted and safe, desired
Touching sets our systems afire
Flames hot bursting
Into other realities
We are consumed
Merging, becoming one
You inside me, pressed deep
Into the core of my feminity
My insides sense urgency
In your mounting desire
Under your control
You do with me as you will
Use me, even abuse me a bit
Make me want you
Brand me
Making me yours