Is isn't

Touching you
feels like rapture
and I can't
help but be caught
in it.

I want to explore
every inch of your skin
mark it with lips, spit, words
and little bite marks
like those little pins
on a map.
I want you
to look at your body
and know
exactly where I've been
and what belongs to me.

Your body is
my kingdom
and I am
the dictator.

I want to make you
sing; make your skin
hum with need
desire and want
I want to whisper
"yes" and "please"
"there" and "oh"
I want you
to combine
the names of deities
with profanities
I want to make you purr and sigh
and say my name