"Under your hands, I bloom into ache–and heat and want. And heavy breathand mouth and mouth and..."

“Under your hands, I bloom into ache–
and heat and want. And heavy breath
and mouth and mouth and mouth.
I melt,
all syrup on your fingers. You could
almost spin me into candy floss, except for
this weight on your hips:
this body
and how it buckles
for your body.”

- SPUN SUGAR by Ashe Vernon (via latenightcornerstore)