Grab Me Poem by Za7ra Sulaiman

grab me.
Grab my hips—slow, deliberate,
While the water runs hot, intimate.
Soap clings to porcelain, slick and white,
Your mouth finds my neck—just right.
Beneath my ear where I tremble most,
You kiss like a ghost, like a holy boast.
Fingers slip beneath cotton's grace,
Tracing fire in a breathless pace.
Tell me the dishes can wait their turn,
That I'm sweeter than sauce left to burn.
Better than wine still sealed in glass,
More urgent than moments that slip too fast.
Tell me you need me—no gentle plea,
But rough, with hands that ache for me.
With breath like secrets against my skin,
Like holding back is the greatest sin.
Make me forget how to stand, how to speak,
Let the plate crash, let the silence creak.
Make me remember, without a word or sound,
What it means to be
claimed—body and bound.