I Wrote My Favorite Poem this Year.

I wrote my favorite poem this year. 

I wanna fuck you
I say with my
eyes, 
his gaze
holds
me close. 
It has
begun,
we are inside
each other.
The heat
and tingling
between my
thighs
are creating
ripples
of sensation
throughout
my body, 
like waves. 
He glides
on top of
me,
hovering
over me.
i taste his mouth.
“You’ve met your
match,” he whispers. 
He is devouring
me inch
by inch
and he
takes his time
as he goes down,  I need it. 
I have been
thirsty. 
He is water to
this desert
and
I will drink
from his cup
today,
for I
know
this is
the last
supper. 
I have
felt the
truth.
My whole
life
I have
found
unavailable
men
and
have
called
them
boyfriends.
That coat of
lies
has been
burned at
the stake. 
I won’t call him
available. 
I’ll call him my mirror,
which means
tomorrow
I’ll call him
gone. 💫

xo,

Diana