i
the look in your eyes
closing the door behind you
stalking towards me
…
ii
your lips on my ear
hanging on every vowel
calling me baby
…
iii
when you grab my hair
and then use it to gently
push me to my knees
…
iv
your quaking body
preparing to stake your claim
with your sweet release
October 30, 2015
Unfiltered Poetry 