How do you do this?
I feel your fingers running on my chest, like a feather going down the silks; the way you reached my back and then my arms, tickling, like pearls rolling down my skin, a touch so exquisite, it feels like heaven.
Is that your hair on my face? Like wind on the shores; my heart races and I want nothing more. Is this paradise? When have I arrived?
And I open my eyes, to see the cockroach crawling out my shirt.
Someone’s gonna pay dearly tonight.