You’re like a salty wave that washes over me.
A naughty moment I can’t get out of my thoughts.
And when I know better, I still push past my limit.
I should stop, I need to stop.
But I won’t.
A little heat that soaks through my center.
I just want.
and I beg.
a black cover
that I hope you take advantage of.
Ciara Ashley Johnson 