I lust after the geometry of your being,
poised on top of me to explore,
like a birthday present waiting to be

u n w r a p p e d…

I pull you closer to me,
closer than the spaces of our kisses,
defying distance dividing the contours of our flesh

until we become
consumed with the fire void of chaste intentions,
slaves to the urgency of the moment

…and y-yesss
let’s pour out our words of love into this feverish motion,
unrestricted by rhythm,
unbounded by time–

until we lose ourselves
and find ourselves
in each other

collapsed. . . . . . .in mutual surrender

Lara Wilson

Lara Wilson

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Lara holds a B.A. in Comparative Literature. She's a native New Yorker, an after-school English tutor, and a bookworm.
Lara loves photography and horseback riding.
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