Thursday, July 27, 2017
Tie It Up
Tie my thoughts into sailor's knots.
Dock my sex, my heart, my lips, my wetness
to keep thoughts of your touch from
slowly coaxing me, memory sensation by
memory sensation, out to sea alone.
You have the hands to untie me.
How are you far from shore,
when you are tired and the
water is work?
Am I safe with you?