D A N I E L L E
DON'T YOU WANT TO
Across the room
your desire emerges in flesh and blood
My hips sway slowly side to side
I make my way to you
auburn curls frame my face
and flow down my spine
Skin like ivory speckled with constellations
Your pupils dilate as they finish devouring me
a glass of scotch in hand at its last drop..
and you know exactly what you want to do next.