A shitbeat about the best kind of sex, the slow build and the wanting.
Morning I am for you
Shining dewdrops on the tender darks of grass,
Night was long but your memory
Carried me through.
Even a breath of your lips, even their softest parting
I hear, your movement gentle in my ears.
And each exhale opens me.
Wanting you closer, my blood beats to the surface.
Touch me but slowly, tauntingly.
Tease my mind to a warm, red blank.
I forget—deny—past and future
To become with you a salty sea.
Melt with me, dissolve, let go.
Detangle the web we’ve woven.
A contact, a pulse, warm breath, come in.
Warm sunbeam, first light.