He searched my mouth
with his pomegranate tongue
tasted the crease of my elbow
the crook of my neck.
He bared teeth at my navel and
traced the shape of my thighs with the
curve of his bottom lip
as though he was Titania, blinded in lust
guided only by the carnal perfume of
flesh and sweat and wetness.

I followed the line of his flytrap jaw
let him fill my throat with honey
and the ground shook for falling trees
but I could only hear him gasping my name.

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Alexandra Maria (She/they)
Alexandra Maria writes love notes in tweets and sometimes in poems. Fortunately, the objects of their affection cannot read. Find them on Twitter for anything but dating advice @_ohalexandra.