HeartSong #1

My love is warm honey on rice

Soft as cream

Smooth as ice

His back is a canvas on which I etch my desire

His chest a powder keg

Keeps me smoking

Feeds my fire

He is the throne on which I lower myself onto

My scepter held firm in my hand, do you want to

Create on my skin tattoos with your teeth?

Sharp as sin they unfurl the warm creature beneath

Whose desire is fulfilled by you

You alone

I lower myself down onto my throne