I’m High

Your love makes me high
When you’re lying next to me
And you’re pressed up against me
And your hand slides across my skin
Over my hip and down my thigh
I can feel myself floating

Oh how I long for your touch
Your voice in my ear
Telling me exactly what you want
I reach back and pull your face closer
Kiss me
My ear, my throat, my breast
Anywhere, please
Let me feel your soft tongue
Spreading across my skin
Licking, tasting
That which is me

Inhaling your scent
I feel like I can fly amongst the clouds
I’ll spread myself wide for you
Let you stroke every part of me
Push yourself deep inside
Leave a part of yourself within me

My mouth opens
Curses and moans escaping
I’m flushed, sweating
Moving in our own perfect rhythm
Yes, slap me, grip me, pound me
I’m so yours
Every part of me

Oh come for me
Give me every part of your own self
Let each of our essences mix
Until we can’t tell one from the other

Take me higher and higher still
Until together
We’re crashing back to earth
Completely whole
Completely wrecked
Utterly spent, ruined

Oh yes, your love
Your very touch makes me high

tara caribou | ©️2019

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