My lips locked between yours
like a puzzle
fingers interlaced with hair
Set
me on fire
You kissed my collarbone
up the crevice in my neck
dipped down to the space
between my breasts
left kiss-shaped marks
like cigarette burns
Your fingers fit perfectly
into the little dimples
of my lower back
pressing down like buttons
heating the space
between
Your hand wrapped around my ribs
clicked into its niche betwixt
my rib bones and breast
It
was made just for you
to hold, to heat
to burn
Your knees woven into mine
beneath the quilt
light fingers tracing
electric patterns
Your touch leaves burn marks
where you’ve sealed me to you.
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