Would you make love to my words
As I lick the sweat from your skin
The sweet nectar of your being
Each forbidden kiss is a question
A question that you cannot answer
As you follow the answers down my spine
Digging your nails into my back
Scratching the skin
Marks that rewrite the future
Making me call Death by its name
As I scream yours
To take me to heaven
LITTLE TALKS 
Have you read The Paris Wife – a semi autobiographical account of Hemmingway’s first wife – Hadley Richardson? It is brilliant. Though from the poem it felt like you were talking about the the second one.
I haven’t, but I’ll definitely give it a read.
The poem isn’t actually related to Hemingway, I just liked the way it sounded.