i adore i adore your body
the altar of your flesh
i worship
you can touch me but god i'd rather touch you
the adoration of hands and lips
is somewhere between hunger and desperation
to be so close to you
close enough to not only touch
but to grab and mark and take and claim
my love,
my king,
i am loyal
on my knees
and dear god on my knees before you is where i want to be
-8/9/2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
