Sex at Dawn
mouth to mouth, breath stolen,
a gasp swallowed whole.
hands map ribs, hips,
the hard press of want
dragging us open,
breaking us down to skin,
to sweat, to need.
teeth at my throat,
a plea or a warning—
i arch, i answer.
your name lives between my legs,
spilled from my lips,
written in the way i move,
the way i take you deeper,
demanding,
desperate.
the night is long,
and i will not leave you
untouched,
unmarked,
unruined.