Vanessa Sanders
How amazing it was to see you.
You sat there patiently.
Instinctively waiting for every stitch to fall away.
With each scraping stroke you moved up and down my back.
Sending shivers and ripples down my body.
You have memorized every contour of my form.
You lovingly sketched out a song against my full frame.
No matter how I search the universe, this orgasmic feeling you create in me can never be replaced.
In the wooden cathedral of your claws.
I am humbled by your soothing touch, forcing the release of a soft, rumbled chant to escape my parted lips.
Feeding this tortured and prickled skin of mine.
CLAMOR 