Come Here
A little poem about desire
Come here
Come here and let me
Come here and let me fuck you hard
Come here and let me fuck you hard up against the wall
My hands roaming over your body, searching for the
Gasp behind your ribs, the pulse beneath your skin,
Places you thought no one would ever find, as your
Moans echo off the plaster, your back arches to meet the
Need in my grip, let me ruin your name on your tongue
Until it spills like honey and heat with your fingers
Tangled in my hair, your legs shaking from wanting the
Ache that only I can answer, only I can quench.
Come here and don’t you dare hold back
Come here and don’t you dare
Come here
Come
Beautifully done. There’s a rhythm here that isn’t just sexual—it’s architectural. Each line builds on the last until it stops being a command and becomes something else: an invocation. The voice doesn’t just demand; it creates space for surrender.
I love how it captures that moment where desire stops being about pleasure and turns into language—where what’s spoken is what’s done. The repetition of come here isn’t coercion, it’s gravity.
It’s rare to see rawness written with this kind of precision. It doesn’t just want the body; it wants the response—the shiver that makes the poem itself exhale.
This is gorgeous, and sexy, and incredibly clever. I love how this ends. It's just brilliant.