10/21/2018
The power you have to make me
Breathe, gasp, moan, cry, plead your name
At the lightest possible touch of your lips to my skin…
Oh baby, no one else could ever
Boast such a thing
Even when they’d had all of me.
I thought myself invulnerable, impervious
To men’s charm and wit and tricks…
But I’m powerless against the living, breathing fire your
Fingertips seem to drip along my skin,
Unable to disguise your complete control
Each time I’m betrayed by my own
Arching, aching, writhing, burning need for
You, and only you.
-Sarah Clinton