On Lust

You set off atom bombs in my veins
Plucking my heartstrings like an upright bass
I am loving the sensation of your mouth all over me
Your tongue is like honey against my skin
Tracing and darting
Drawing a map
Across my collarbones
Flowers blooming between my thighs
When you kiss me
Chills racing down my back
You treat my breasts like a victory march
Slow, triumphant, and sweet
To you my body is sacred ground
You tread lightly
Taking your time
With every curve,
Wrinkle, and line
From my hipbones to my eyebrows
Leaving nothing untouched
You bite into my neck like it's a ripe peach
Afraid to bruise it
You're tender and rough interchangeably
I want it to never end
I'm aching for you
When you're gone.