Temer Que...
Mi amor, sugar rests on your lips
When your legs spread, honey trickles down for me to taste.
The air around you becomes sweeter with ever gasp that’s thrusted out of you.
I in twine myself into you, slowly making a place for me and only me.
Afraid that I’ll lose you, I make sure you stay longer than the morning.
This poem is about:
Me