Unbutton meslowlynot because you must,but because you enjoy the undoing.Let your fingers lingerat each clasp,as if patiencewere a kind of hungerand you've decidedto feast on anticipation.Pull the fabric asidelike a curtainrevealing something sacred.Let your mouth followthe path your hands...

I don’t soften when it’s you.I go feral. The sheets disappearthe moment I feel you near.Only heat remains,thick, animal, undeniable. My body leans forwardbefore permission,before thought survives. Your touch finds me.Something ancient wakes.No patience,no civility,only wantcracking open my chest. I close my eyes...