The Kitchen
Sep 6, 2020
The kitchen is my favorite place
Better even than the worn futon where we stayed up till dawn
Tongues busy with lust and conversation.
In the daytime kitchen we cook,
A dance of knives and fire and longing
And in the nighttime
By the hood light
In the nighttime kitchen we give in to the fire
Your fingers in my cunt
Moving together as the pressure builds and we rock against each other
Everything spiced with the taste of danger
© Copyright 2020 Autumn Looijen
