Love Beneath Covers


I began to spill the ink

From her tongue towards

A sea of oysters

Manoeuvring every punctuation

I met in between

Until it became words

Of lust

Whereas, she started

Exactly like I began

Only to quench the lingering favor

Of a parched love

In anticipation

To create a chapter where

Love resides beneath

The heat of lust and covers

Linking this post to day 9 of UBC and DailyChatter