I am fevered of His love.
Devotion enduring beyond time and flesh.
I am fevered of His love.
Drawn close, pulled into it—curious of the spark.
Petals in flame, worn, pressed to the endless womb.
Saliva activating sound, crackling, magic’s embrace behind lips and teeth.
Pulling truths out in pieces, revealing soul.
Spinning fine sugar into in joy meant.,
The arrival of newness burned into me— an experience worth learning and growing in.
Cinnamon kicks with sultry heat...
Born of desire and the certainty of my needs.
An eternal ache resounds in the rest after love is made.