Growing up with that girl they called your girlfriend because she was around was weird since half the time she showed no interest. She would correct you or check you but it was nothing serious as you get older you don't notice one another other than growing up together.

Love that is almost dangerous
the thrill of the promise of tongue to lip
urges suppressed by caution
eventually removed like fabric from skin

I cannot tell
if your lustful mind orbits about me
if your bones ache for mine
if you bask in my presence, sculptor in awe of his creation

How do you see me?

Am I one night of desire?
satin sheets stale as the morning dew settles
and the sunlight scalds our eyes

Am I collision of past and future?
conceived in chaos
married in primal passion

Tell me if I urge the stars to align
in your misted eyes

Tell me if I'm yours

Because the liminal space I inhabit
Is making me
Transparent

Jealousy tastes like her on your lips.
I want you so bad I’m willing to **** and
savor them clean just to find you underneath.