I want to ruin you
the right way,
slowly
so you feel every intention.
My hands learning
what makes you
forget your own name.
I'll take my time
at your neck,
your collarbone,
that place you think
I haven't noticed.
You'll ask me to hurry.
I won't.
Your words, your touch feel like warm fire against bare skin that slow unraveling where desire slips past thought and settles deep into the body, turning every glance, every pause, every imagined touch into something almost unbearable•••