i cannot forget
the taste of you on
my lips. grapefruit
and mint, i trace
the bite marks
with the tip–
of my tongue. I flick
and i linger.
i crave. the hunger
has begun to drive
me insane. the more
you give, the more
i demand. when you
pull my head back,
tangle your fingers
in my curls,
euphoria
has me
blind–white,
i only see white
as reality flickers
and the sheets
beneath me
rubs all over me like silk.
i reach out
for you
but you disappear–
in a mist
of fantasy and desire.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 