into a searing needful stream,
the hex whispered against my neck
before lying in this surrender.
You cannot pull away just yet.
Where you should have been guarded,
teeth broke the fruit’s skin open first.
The nectars drizzle down
in thick sugary rivers,
I cannot wait to taste you,
to lap up this unique essence
like waves breaking against shores.
You would be the infinite ocean then,
at times so peacefully unmoved
before swaying to the moon’s pull,
the eternal cyclical dance,
my beautiful hurricane awakening.
To become what swims through
my blood’s searing streams,
the hex whispered against my neck
before opening yourself in surrender.
You will never let me pull away.
Where I should have been guarded,
teeth swiftly broke my skin open
but I can only taste you,
thick honey drizzling,
nectar invading my mouth,
waves storming against the shore.
You are an infinity then,
unmoved until we sway,
cyclical loops joining
my beautiful hurricane.
