Tonight
I will leave the door open
and the lights off
quietly waiting for you.
I will crumple the sheets
tight under my fist.
Tonight
I will taste salt
while you taste sugar
my skin arching in the dark
making shadows.
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My woman is wanting so much, she’s getting poetic 🙂
Save it a week and a half, keep the door open.
I’ll be there…
Beautiful poem !
This reminded me of some not-so-awesome times from my past….
Which means it’s a badass poem.
Good form, lady.
Delicious!
Love this! Your quickies are always the best!
thaaaaank you cali :))