Tendrils of Home

Your fingers brush
against my skin as you
gently gather my hair
and move it
away from my neck.

I shiver.
I sigh.

Inside I’m humming,
anticipation
for your next touch.

Your lips on my shoulder,
suction and teeth.
I completely bend for you.

Your draw is powerful,
I am overcome.

Intoxicated.

Your voice low and quiet,
my body obeys
without hesitation.

Slip inside my heart,
taste my tongue,
my sweet melon lips.

Throwing myself wide open,
together we fly
until the morning dew
covers our world.

I am home.


tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Four.

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