Love Me Just Like This Poem by Montserrat Martinez

In the improper hours of the morn
Is a space of dimness and blurred instants
Induced in a curtain of lethargic dreams
I feel your touch on my inside
made of tingles and sugariness
A pressing delight of deliriously thrill
There were dreams are shaped in red
Your deftly fingers executing
A joyful dance of orgasmic gluttony
My mouth opens wide
To claim a wet game many times denied
Fill me up with sweltering hysteria
Whisper me sweet nothingness
While my body lies there
frazzled in blackness