Absolution Poem by Petra Novakova

The sensual slope of your back, lean and strong, drives me insane
slowly but surely
The sweet spot where your spine disappears between the cheeks
there goes my sanity
The sheer need to bite you, the left one first then right one
a mouthful of sin
The taste of you sustains me, salty with an earthy undertone
I crave your sweat
The spicy scent of your passion always blending with my own
overwhelming in its intensity
The guttural sounds you make when I feast on your body
music for the soul

And you allow me to play you like a most divine instrument
to find solace in your skin