Body | Poetry

Let me make love to your body.

Let me taste your words.

Each syllable broken into emotive texture.

Let me soak you up as you drip with consonants oozing from your tongue.

Let me make love to your body.

Speaking in a fragrance of languages to the very tip of your skin,

so close, whispering of things, making your body rock.

Let me help you lose so much control.

Let me make love to your body.

Let me soak up the cascade of musicality,

the sharpness of minor keys,

the dissonance of major keys in reflection,

you opening into a chorus, explosive from your lips.

Let me make love to your body.

Sway me in the rhythm of your hips

following the lines and curves, unending.

Let me rise into your falls of familiarity that ripples across your skin.

Let me make love to your body.

My body overflown with tension and aching against yours.

Let us enmesh.

Let my hands pull from you all you've been holding in.

Let the familiar feeling grow,

crest open your eyes,

let it cascade in convulsive waves rushing across your body.

Rest in my arms.