Poetry
orchestral
By Billie-Jean Billard
your lips trace my collarbone
down my chest
down my ribs
all the way down
every freckle kissed
every button pressed
your sheets are suffocating
pin me down
wrap me up
hold me tight
your hands trace the inside of my thigh
and make their way up slowly
all the way up
and my,
when you strum
it creates a symphony.