litote_convoluted: art: a letter
-A Letter-
I wait for open days,
And nights,
When the feeling of your fingers
In the crook of my thigh
Makes me warm
And smile -
I feel myself blooming
Like a flower.
My petals are wet
And hot, for you.
My days spent longing
For these times
Of stolen fruits.
The scent of you is beautiful,
On the breeze rustling the blinds.
I want to curl up
Like your kitten,
And know you're mine.