by Kat Tonyan
Wrote this for a very close, very special friend.
Her hips roll like tidal waves.
Her body arches,
Twists and bends in rhythmic motion.
She is my favorite drug,
Enticing to the eye, nose, touch.
Wet lips, damp skin,
Her every move driven by the need to devour.
Sways in a lethargic rhythm.
To touch, smell, taste her,
But I can only watch her as she dances.