collarbone,
cupid’s bow,
fingertips.
there is no part of you i do not want.
there is no urge stronger than the urge to devour. to feed, to breathe you in,
to—
haveandtakeandwantandloveandbelovedandinreturnand—
in. hold. out.
(and what? there is nothing i am more sure of.)
teeth graze the neckline;
heart beats in time.
would you let me take it?
strands of hair pulled taut,
that dip between your chest,
the final wonder of this world.
there is no world where i am not—
fully, wholly
insatiably
yours.
