ThrowbackThursday :old poem- I Want Him

I want him to dig
his fingertips up
my inner thighs.
Until he meets the right spot,
rocking his fingers against it
with just the right tension. For

I want him to sweep
me off my feet
fighting, biting, and
giggling the whole way down.
Until tired of stalling,
I let him in,
gasping. For

I want him to explore
every crevice with a
reckless ambition.
Until screaming to the
twilighted heavens.
For all the right reasons,
losing all my senses. For

If he can consume me
body and soul
My want for him
Will devour him.
Every.
Single.
Night.

-Silvaan Ruth-
PotsndPoetry

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