unzip my dress and
let your fingertips trail down my body
imprint every inch of me with
urgent desire
uncover the places that gift shivers
and with your lips suck the mundane out of my skin
let me show you passion is more than
short breaths and desperate hands
passion is how my eyes memorize the
fire in yours as I take you in
I settle into the pleasure, I sip it in slowly
and soak in the feel of our bodies dancing together in the dark
I don’t need you to take me to the edge of who I am.
I don’t need you to make me forget my name.
I need you to meet me here, in my power and at my center
without any expectation of where this thirst will take us
and who we’ll be and what it will look like
when we get there.
when we merge.
A.P. Bastian 