Under my salt-slicked skin,
In my shivering spine,
Your voice reverberates dirty promises,
Cloaked in saccharine sensations,
I call you my love-high,
Beneath sweat-stained sheets,
Above my shaking shape,
Your tongue languidly dragging through flesh,
Carving out shivering streams,
I call you my deep relief, my oxygen, my muse,
Below my soaked scalp,
Beyond shuddering shoulders,
Your body plastered into mine withdraws,
Crawling away sharp and slowly,
I called for more but you are spent,
Inside my shifting, sunken stomach,
In between the searing swarm,
Your vacancy leaving me sweltering and aching,
Collapsing in, mind spinning, swimming,
I call for more but you are gone,
I call you my savior,
They call you a drug