Let me kiss you the right way,
all over, soft and slow.
Losing my breath in between
savoring each quote.
Brow, neck, shoulder, “lower”—
your petite breasts,
“lower”—
Feel the way the rest of
you trembles as the mood begins
to grow.
Take hold of my crown and
guild me as you please, take
control letting your hands
rewrite my rhythm—go.
Until the night itself exhales.
—JG ©2026

