Vena Cava

Vena cava 

My heart is

Coated in salty

Solitary feelings

Gold presides here in

Soft nooks 

Conceiving  

Adoration 

In crescendo 

Pressed warm with 

Preserved 

Longing 

Passion slides sultry 

fingers 

Within veins

Slick burgundy 

Cerise beneath 

Arteries speak in

Rhythms of need

Carotid exposure

Beckons lips

Labia pink 

A rivulet seeps

Scarlet over skin

Revealing want

Feeling wanton

Come closer

Come closer