Intimates

© carol voccia





1.





My touch slides

Eating tension

Pressing out tight

Cold breath in

Hot healing out

Putty skin under my scratching

Nails

Mark territory of glow

Red rises to surface as

You numb in the sting







2.





My Splash caught in tongue curls

Kisses long

Thick mood slowly moves the

Circle glow of candles

My Venus weeps over your

Intimate groove

My lips are yours

For as deep as you want





3.





Rolling storm

Caught in a wave

My ocean held in your lips

Beg me

Feed your wild