Beginnings

Published on by Tosha Michelle

Kiss me that hard,
that deep.

Punctuate the sentence of us
with your tongue.

Make a victim of the air
with your hands.

Dance with me until I can’t
stop sparking to your drumbeat
thighs and comprising hips.

Let your lightning enter and defile me.
Douse me with the sweat of roses

Write me over in thorns and
petal blossoms.

Let the bees pollinate

Honeyed and satiated.
I come unhinged.

-Tosha Michelle

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36 thoughts on “Beginnings”

  5. Love this song and your poem certainly has this raw passion and sensuality to it. It’s striking and bold, attraction and need unhinged. Great write as usual 🙂

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  10. Sorry, I am late for the party, hopefully I haven’t missed a thing. (Spent my day in a room full of lawyers. UGH).

    This is not nice. This was amazing. Only you could have written such a wonderful piece. From your perfect opening you had me at your feet. Sigh

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