Indigo Thoughts 69

Wasted on Jack and coke, thoughts of you linger,
the taste of our last kiss, your lips—sweet as cream.
I crave you, raw and unguarded,
spread your passion wide; let me savor you,
a feast to consume, rich and boundless.

You haunt my mind, a vivid hunger,
calling me back to the depths of you—
reckless, unfiltered, fierce.

Entwined like roots that seek the sun,
we find ourselves, two halves as one.
Head to toe, a perfect rhyme,
lost in rhythm, lost in time.

Lips meet skin, a secret taste,
a dance of pleasure, slow, unchaste.
Breath on breath, a heated sigh,
we rise together, low and high.

In mirrored movements, touch and tease,
giving, taking, seeking ease.
Bound in the sweetest symmetry,
this sacred shape—our infinity.