Rose Water

Do you know how it feels to be worshiped?

Can my hands honor you with a touch of curiosity & a grab of wanting your skin for air?

Allow me to be the King you gracefully crown.

Does our lips have to touch in order for us to know that kissing is a portal of connection?

Can I taste you before & after breakfast?

Lips full, hips not a lie, even your soul feels like silk on satin sheets.

I see the diamond between your thighs are for those who deserve your value.

Does those peaceful nights you spend alone ever make you think about my hands before that soft dream becomes wet?

It feels so good to have a pair of hands on your skin.