• Poems

    You smell like sugar, you taste like sin

    And then, as if no time had been lost, there they were. Brow to brow, breathless, fingertips on fire, flanks rippling with anticipation of touch, each weeping, though neither from their eyes, forming an unseen haze of desire in the air between them. Nostalgia and imagination swirled from their hushed lips: You smell like sugar You feel like heaven Soft smiles and burning eyes, their resistance wearing thin. Risk, reward, adventure, pain, endless wanting, reckless waiting. You feel like home You taste like sin