Poems from capslockcaro
grey and almighty
gentle suffocation from
large, calloused fingers
Isn't it funny
that every time I tell you
I'm the wrong kind of hot,
your fingertips ghost over me
and cause a slight chill
that I know...
Purse
your lips for me, my dear
and sink into them
divets for my tongue
in a dream to explore
as you rifle through your
Purse
for a maybe...