Elizebeth Turnquist

You are on me
Lingering in me
A delectable ache
A muscle memory

Nerves echoing
Vibrating aftershock
The faults of my body
Still in a quake

My nose knows
Our skin infused
Your scent and mine
An aura lingering

The rich flavor of us
Desert of pleasure
The taste and texture
fresh in my mind

I feel addicted
Yearning for a fix
Your sex is my drug
I’m a junkie for you love.