“What do
you want?”
“You,” he says.
“How do you like it?”
Darling, I like it soft
as clouds rolling
down my curves, slow like
sugar on my tongue.
Lover, I like it rough;
shooting stars dripping
down my spine,
fireworks between
my thighs.
“What do you
want me to do?”
Make an earthquake
out of me.
Sink in your teeth,
be sure to leave
a mark.
Kiss me until I find
reason to breathe.
F.uck
me until I
remember I am alive.
— THE COMPLETE IDIOT'S GUIDE TO
ONE-NIGHT STANDS
