Climax

I want to write 

Not words but sounds and syllables against the nape of your neck

It’s not time to define what this is just yet

I’m scribbling bits of me in random corners of you 

Keep your eyes closed and let me rhythm away your blues

Uncovering the deepest parts of you


I want to write
Won’t you let me find the words between the sweet quivering of your thighs

Clenched fists, sheets tangled in your palms

Letters that become sweet moans of pleasure

I’m ready for you to climax into a poem you can’t forget