Between the crescent moon
and satin sheets
a heated flush is spreading
that makes my heart
taste storm
while city is asleep.
Do you ever wonder
how deep
and decadent it gets
when your scent
as wild as box-berries
writes lines
across my skin–

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for ‘Quadrille# 62’ @dVerse Pub

and on Tuesday Platform @ Real Toads