Nothing stings as sweetly
as the cut of your kiss,
here at my throat.
You decapitate me.
Nothing aches as deeply
as the thrust of your hips,
here in the cradle of mine.
You bisect me.
Nothing burns as brightly
as the weight of your gaze,
here on the map of my skin.
You consign me to the flames.
Seems so simple–uncomplicated idea, tight little structure, every word put to work, wrapped up in a perfect title. But careful when you open it up, Pandora. Oh, makes me want to…
Delicious.
RG, exquisite!!!
Love and warm hugs,
Paul.
I love, love, love this! I mean I REALLY love this!
What a sharp & ironic masterpiece.
Simply beautiful. Love it.
Lovely.