March 28, 2014
From face to face, we drift, across noses and into eyes, we see freckles and stubble and curves, lips; everything that makes a person unique, we draw within us. We swallow what they seem to be whole, and sometimes who they seem to be… goes down so smooth. Strikes the tongue so sweet, that we beg and beg, “allow me to absorb you.”
“All of you!”
Oh, we’ll become so satisfied by them. if they let us…
Will you let me? … Let me drink you in? I want your spirit, intoxicate me, dance and dance and collapse irresponsibly with me.