I want more, we all do
I want more of everything– more of you.
I want more of your eyes
boring holes of desire in my supple skin.
More of your breath
raising my nerves on straining ends.
I want your dazzling smile– my shine
your bold hug– my escape, my belong,
I want more
of how amazing you make me feel, more
of how you tickle my muses to bleed.
I want more– all of it.
I want more of these desires, cravings,
all the sweet nothings–
I want more of every thing you do to me.
© The Short Black Girl, 2016.