by Michelle Wright Like the sun on my skin
I burn of you from within
When the night begins
. . . it comes so
silent & slowly, like you I know
Show me your endless heavens
I beckon with these thirsty lips of desire
I’d be a liar to say I don’t want to ingest you
manifest you the pleasure
that you request me to
Who knew that the midnight rain
would form a body so gentle yet the passion of a flame
Just your name
came through my doors of feelings
& your touch with it is overwhelmingly healing
so sexually appealing are your lips to mine
to feel you wind your hips
is like opening a gift filled with ecstasy
your soft flesh melting against mine until I’m messy
Revelry you bring
when I’m between your legs spread like wings
I sing a song without words
in your angelic ears to be heard
toes & fingers curve me
connecting us like streams to a sea
You must be
‘cause within me passion burns like the sun
so deeply . . .
definitely . . . you are the one.
