My fingertips yearn for the hard and the soft
of you. My mouth waters for the sweet, salty
taste of your lips. I am forever longing for
the burn of your kisses against my skin,
for the way you fit against me, inside me.
I am half crazed from wanting you.
For © Our Poetry Journey Contest #ourpoetryjourneyaug18
I explore his erogenous zones
like a deft explorer charting my own
personal map, shamelessly unfolding
the mysteries of his body, saving to memory
every unheard grunt and moan to be
revisited when my wanderlust strikes.
I am a world traveler, and he is my world.
Sometimes I wonder,
when I kiss you, if
the universe caressed
your name against its
tongue, and only
meaning to me.