Kiss, Kiss Bang, Bang

[71degrees]

A drum in your blood, hand touches,
the darkness of her nipples—     my only suggestion is to replace "darkness" with another word; darkness seems too vague; something tactile perhaps

hair that winds your wrists; she wants you
to run with her

through wet night leaves,
and you go

This is a very evocative poem, erotic and beautiful.  For me, nothing needs changing except "darkness of her nipples".  

I like the way it leaves the reader hanging at the end.

A valid criticism. Her nipples were dark...but 'darkness' implies so much more unintended. Thank you and thank you for all your comments.

Edited version now posted.