My lust for him bubbles over; consuming my every thought and temping the lines of my sanity. I sink into his beauty and drown in my longing. To be featured in Little By Little: March 2017.
I’m consumed with thoughts of him.
The light in his eyes.
The curvature of his lips.
The wrinkles of his skin and
the beautiful paths of his veins.
I want to run my tongue along these paths
and follow it up with a train of sugar laced
I want to know at the soft skin of his collarbones.
Go chest to chest,
hip to hip.
I want him on me.
I want to in him.
Like a fine glass of scotch, he goes down smooth.