

I know this issue where you Want me. Against the wall, hands pinned, above my head. Bare. “You’re my art.” You whispered while Biting your lip. How do you do that? Make me drip without A touch. On your knees, I watch you fall. “Spread”. You demand. I love how you Throw my leg over your Shoulder. How your face sinks deep between my Thighs. How your tongue strokes until it Drowns. Don’t stop. Please make me come to life.