I want to be swept away

Not in any unnamed islands, but in your
arms. I want to go on a voyage, not in
the seven seas, but on your bare back.
I want to fall deep in the crevices of
your heart and fill those gaps with my love.
I want to discover every freckle on your
body and map every curve of skin
I don’t know where the edge of grace is
But my world starts and ends with you.

Intoxicated

He doesn’t drink much, but he loves tasting the sweet kick of vodka on my lips. I love watching his delicious tongue put words together as poetry flowed out of his dirty, drunk mouth. He intoxicates me.