Each Word

Show me

How you want

These words

Inhale them,

Rub them into your skin

Swallow them

Feel them sliding

Down the back of

Your throat,

Salted caramel sweetness

Or rough enough

To cut off the blood supply,

Do you want my words

To leave bruises,

Stripes on your bum

And thighs

But I know

Where they go,

Deep and felt

As the ripening

Of soft, summer fruit,

Juices flowing

Like the wine

Of your lips.

Make you gush

With the power

Of each

Fucking

Word.