i want and need you to consume me

take my senses and burn them

take my flesh and caress as you


here are a few thoughts


we’re never quite sure how pieces fit, but

we’re here, aren’t we?


i long for you

as day bleeds

line per line into black,

orange, and

i want your fingers

dragging along my skin

like we haven’t done it enough

i want your scent

taste  texture  heat

stamped  imprinted  indefinite

defined all over me.

i want your impression

to leave deep reverberations

into the ugliest parts of me

again and again


Author: gerbilette

Write, edit, be. Write, love, poetry.

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