senses

bodythe room darkens
as my senses decrease
by one
and the others
intensify
cool metal against my wrist
sends chills down my spine
and hot breath on my neck
sets my insides on fire
your lips brush mine
as i taste a mixture of
a cinnamon mint
and my own
juices
and the only sound i hear
is my breathy voice
begging for
permission

 

September 5, 2017