He looks different since last time.
Perhaps you've forgotten,
preferring think of him
without a face
or even a name.
His kisses feel the same though.
Too much tongue-
you always forget how much he uses.
You take off your clothes like
a band-aid: all at once.
You wait
in naked patience
for him to catch up.
When he finally touches you
it is with passion, yes,
but not love-
you have felt enough of both
to know the difference.
Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
I want to love you like it's my job-
to study for you, get a degree
that qualifies me
to fill your vacancies.
And if you accept,
I will love you with determination,
good team-building skills,
and attention to detail,
even on president's day.
I will love you overtime
but only
from monday to friday.
Mar 24, 2014
Mar 24, 2014 at 5:40 AM UTC