my fingers dance across your skin
our breathing quickens
sliding through your hair
my mind pulses with desire

drawing you closer
only fuels these flames
I lick the edges of your mouth
taste that intoxicating mixture of us

I want to climb inside you
bury myself deep, deep, deeper
until the icy cold of winter
has been blotted from my memory
and only the whooshing of your heart is heard

I want to let you swallow me down
a delectable sweet treat
to melt on your tongue
you’ll never indulge in a finer feast

but whatever you do
I want this to burn hotter
I want you closer, deeper, harder
than either of us have gone before

you’ve spiraled throughout my veins
melted and fused all my brain’s pathways
and all I could ever hope to be
is forged in the furnace of you

tara caribou | ©2019

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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