Sunday, April 25, 2010

Slow Burn


Melted honey
trickles...
Soft whiskers
tickles...

Makes me want for you

So easy to be here
caressing...
So easy to roll over you
pressing...

Makes a good girl do

Crazy things
love games...
Scream out
your name...

Makes me kiss you true

And yearn
for more...
A slow burn
pour...





1 comment:

  1. I could really use me some toast and honey right now.
    Geez, Kat, you're always waking some primal need in me.
    Right now it's toast!
    Suh-weet poem.

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