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.