"She slithers under my skirt." A striking sexual image.

"We play for the rush, for the thrash." I like your use of the word "thrash" here - it's quite vivid.

"I can keep my eyes closed and navigate the world." Oh, wow. I like the idea that, in when enraptured, the speaker can remain in control.

"And I take the hand of a man. A saviour." This is the best part of the poem!

Oh my god, this was amazing. It is so deep and profound!

Wow, I love it. I could seriously never do anything like this. Wow.

Annabella xox