NaPoWriMo – Day 27

I ache
in every place
your hands have not touched.

Mouth open,
skin warm,
I dream of your tongue
where words cannot go.

There is no soft way
to say what I need from you.
I want you deep
inside the places
I hide even from myself.

Don’t ask.
Ruin me gently.
Make me say yes
without a single word.