I am homesick for your ravenous touch upon my aching skin,
the burning sensation
as your knuckles run along the curve of my spine

Your fingertips running along the edges of my jaw,
the coldness of your ring
brushing against my lips

An ecstasy laced high
lust drapes upon them,
anticipating the sweetness of our twisted tongues





2 responses to “Homesick”

  1. Kianna Avatar

    Your poems are so pretty! The imagery you create is crazy.

    1. Karen Tang Avatar
      Karen Tang

      Thank you for the kind words, Kianna!

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