As Tungsten

This is a two-part poem I wrote some time ago.Part IYou're all that I can breathe anymore;There's only so much of you left in my lungsTo sustain me till our next meeting.And when we do meet,Oh, when we do meet,My body is a skirmish of heat and wetness,Smiling warmth, inviting skin, all at once,Till finallyWe … Continue reading As Tungsten