I fell for his tongue
(sweet poison inked into art),
a satire of love.
I was lost, lost, lost… In lust
(without love) pleasure
has no north.
In the chaos of hidden thirsts,
he is madness (a learned art)
on skin, wanting and waiting…
love melts masks.
photo by Georgia de Lotz, on Unsplash
- for Poets and Storytellers United--Friday Writings #50: Sweet!