Wicked Motion

They say, the devil,
she wore a blue dress
I say any dress
will do
with bare wet under

Give me your eyes
so close there
they can see
where life begins

but let me take a moment
to show you

I want friction

Slow moving, against my skin

liquid hands

So slow
everything
feels polished

The velocity of our bodies
tremble at the speed of lust

Run with me then
Wide open
with your wicked motion

shift inside me
until I am glossed

stolen

so very sensitive

Don’t let night
break open day
without you in me