In this exotic prose

in this exotic prose
i suddenly feel the hunger coming slow
I feel like Kylie in her music video
I want your musical beats to flow
Touch me with your lips
I am guilty of the sweet sin
Trace our outlines of our  body with  entwined fingertips
How long will you wall paper
How long will you not merge
The flame burns there can be no later
Rain down on me make drops of sweat
like kneading dough for bread
peel away this outer form
make me naked
press your lips down on my skin
in the deepest parts within
this gray morn
for we when together can only be sacred
let me sit on your white silky thighs
let me rest as you press my body inside you tonight
take me in kiss me deep
let your touch paint me with erotic blush
bite me with love’s teeth
hold me with love’s jacket
your smooth muscular chest
is what i like best
like Kylie singing her song Slow
inside happiness
take me home
in this exotic prose