I want you to
touch me, feel me.
Caress the part of me
which are broken
and bruised. I want
you to plant kisses
and leave marks that
resembles galaxies
in reddish hues.
Hold me tightly,
and do not let me go.
Just hold my hands and
Let us take this slow. 
Breathless, panting, and
Whispering abundance of
“I want you’s”.
All you need to remember is
Baby, I got you.
—  lm // sext pt. 5