I told him, he makes my oyster melt

Words of love and desire

Author’s own

It’s in the way he looks at me, the way he caresses my skin and kisses my both sets of lips

I wasn’t meant to be there
But there was a bet, and I cared
Tick tock, went the clock; ready to leave
Until I looked across the room, and couldn’t believe
What my eyes saw, and how it made my pearl swell