Delila

Delila

Your body, baby

is sweet sex and all of its possibilities.

The resonating strum

at the forefront of my mind

throughout each and every day.

You echo behind

all of my thoughts

and are central

to all of my dreams.

That body,

that body, baby, and your neck.

Your neck, sweet darling,

I long to caress that neck;

to demonstrate this vast range of

emotions only you can make me

show.

You bring it out, love, you

make me

true.

My weapon, my muse—

            for this war!

And all I feel

is eternal indebtedness and gratitude.

These fingers are not for foreplay.

They’re for the whole damn show.

And they will make you moan,

Baby.

They will make you moan.