“I will open youpetal by petaltaking all the time in the world.I will build with you a slow firestick by stickand watch the color of your sunrise.I will play with the wind of you,cover your body with smiles and games,promises and fantasies that disappearwithout a trace.I will stir your secret core,witches’ brew of potions and incantationsand feel you simmering, rollingfloating in my hand.I will fill you slowly up,every crevice and curve,watch feel hear smell taste yougrowing full.”
an excerpt from “To Whom It May Concern”~via David Steinberg

“I will open you
petal by petal
taking all the time in the world.
I will build with you a slow fire
stick by stick
and watch the color of your sunrise.
I will play with the wind of you,
cover your body with smiles and games,
promises and fantasies that disappear
without a trace.
I will stir your secret core,
witches’ brew of potions and incantations
and feel you simmering, rolling
floating in my hand.
I will fill you slowly up,
every crevice and curve,
watch feel hear smell taste you
growing full.”

an excerpt from “To Whom It May Concern”
~via David Steinberg