Lingering Desire
A poem that captures the haunting rhythm of a night that lingers in the memory.
An immersive poem that carries you through that kind of night that begins with a whisper. It is a quiet, almost imperceptible stir. It is a slow, pulsing, and unforgettable echo of memory, each moment lingering just long enough to sink in.
Desire
Nights with you begin in my body— not in metaphor, not in thought, but in the warm press of your body against mine, your breath gliding down the hollow of my neck until the rest of the world dissolves into throbs and heat. I feel you before I see you: your heat claiming the bed, your desire tightening against the back of my thigh, your hands—slow, deliberate— exploring all the places I haven’t named but you know by instinct, as if my body were your secret language you were born fluent in. The dark deepens around us. My pulse mounts. your tongue grazes my shoulder, and something in me unlocks with dangerous ease. I turn toward you, and the look in your eyes— focused, hungry, unhesitating— pulls me under harder than any undercurrent.
