Chin up.
I want that throat in my hand and that mouth already open.
Don’t fight the shake.
I’ll kiss you through the pressure first…
then take the rest of you until your breath belongs to me.
Tilt back for me.
I want that throat bare,
that little shake under the skin.
Don’t swallow it.
I’ll kiss the sound out of you first… then take the rest of that ache until even the dark goes quiet.