Her hands are in my hair, Her breath bursts in the air, She covers herself, But I take her hands gently, kissing each finger, I speak to her skin, I speak to her goosebumps, My lips trace her, envelope her. her collarbones, her spine, and the dip of her stomach- and when she breathes my name, when her back arches, when she trembles, I hold her close to me. and I know This is the end, I know.
Mavaka









