The misadventures of ms e

Take me

All of me

I want to see your primal core

Devour me in every sense of the word

Do not hold back

I can take it

I want it

Use your hands

Your Teeth

Push into me like you are trying to push through me

Bite like you are going in for the kill 

All of your stress

Your Sorrow

Your Pain

Your Fear

Your Frustration 

Your Passion

Give it to me so that you do not have to carry so much 

I know you are able and I know you can

But I know you don’t want to

Let me be your peace 

“You are a foreigner in the world of modern expression. Words fail to describe what a work of art you are”

at least to me
I so hope that is enough to bring life to those lips I often dream of kissing. 
no words are grand enough. 
the translation would never be accurate. 

You are the roar of thunder

the blinding flash of electricity,

That even the most brave flinch at. 

You are the silver-blue hue and the crimson metallic smell that thunderstorms always leave in their wake. 

You are an Earthquake  
causing a tectonic shift in my being 

I pour a very tall glass of you,
still I sip from the cask. 

you taste like forbidden fruit.

so somatic

how in my new nakedness

i bask

-the fallen