With poetry I glide upon your skin my lazy fingers wander, and burn you within. Making you wait, keep things on edge as your forbidden fruit slowly ripens. Hands tied, pupils wide, you open and part your legsutterly submitting to...

I like the way your name tastes in my mouth. The feel of its curves and consonants rolling over my tongue. And I’ll never understand how people can say it so casually like they don’t feel the same thrill....