With fingers that roam across
the skin and tongues that devour,
with hands that explore the
curves and lips that taste.
With eyes that give and words that take,
for a single moment of eruption
make me the only inhabitant
of our corruption. As we search the
endless skies for connection, hindered by
reflection, let me lead you into
temptation. Let me be the darkness
you seek, be my darkness.
Become my need
as it spills as I will be
Karen Hayward ©2016