Come and Kiss Me

kissing you
it’s all I can think of

sheets still a tangle
all points of pleasure at high alert

as if
you were still riding beneath

fast and slow
powerful and sweet

come and kiss me
I can accomplish nothing
will be of no use
in this tangled
sweat-soaked dream state

the night is young
you know the way
come kiss me now

About onethumbpoetry

Psychologist living in Seattle. My passions; writing, fashion design, photography, amazing conversations.
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