night-vision
the chill of the night against the heat
of your skin, i shudder in pleasure.
i moan in impatience.
you’ve been occupying my thoughts, my mind
for hours now, skip the foreplay and just fuck me.
humanity wore down, grounded into dust, i
lost control–i’m unruly.
shattering in your arms, i burry my cries in your shoulder.
how does it feel to capture a shooting star
with nothing more than your lips and fingers?
i’m normally so composed, calm, detached
but here, on your lap, i collapse. combust.
my vision blurs, colors so vivid, i swear i can see in the dark.
Mecca-Amirah Jackson 