You know how I love it:
tie me up with your purple silk scarf,
cold glide that tights my skin,
pull my hair with your fingers
and lay down my head on a wooden pillow.
Turn off the moon:
leave two holes above my nose
so I can breathe in freshens of the night.
Place my feet
in a rectangular position:
let them linger just a bit
as you wrap me in the song of
night owls and chirping crickets,
my breasts kiss the feathered leaves
scattered like ornaments around my chest.
Lock me up in the trunk of your soul,
empty tunnel echoing my heart beat
as I bath in the burgundy light of your eyes.
Use me, accuse me, lose me,
amuse me, confuse me, seduce me:
that’s all I’ve ever dreamed of.
Maja S. Todorovic