We're all longing for just a touch, just a glance, just a little love to hold us over till the next deposit

And I'm positive that I don't need your fingers on my body to know you want me

Yet I'm starving
Yes I'm hungry for connection of skin to skin interaction

Not a fraction but the whole enchilada
If I can't have you all, I don't want nada

Just please don't tear my dress

Its Prada

.....

Fine tear my dress, tear me open, leave me begging to be healed through osmosis

A subtle or gradual absorption or mingling

Hours late and my toes are still tingling

I can't quite put my finger on it
or my mouth around it but
You taste of pineapple and victory
I feel full and satisfied after having had my portion
Still I'm a glutton not for punishment but the pleasure of your pain

But first things first before I bury my body in yours
Before I get down on all fours begging for your assistance
Because I lost my breath somewhere between the car, the counter and the floor

I don't need to know if you love me
I don't need to know if you're faithful,
I do need to know if you've got a ******
And I don't need to know if you're not fond of em
I don't need to know if you're invested

BUT

I do need to know if you've been tested?

we play with a retired professional but
none of the other kids mind—
his alcoholism has gotten the better of his muscle
memory and god doesn’t he look bad

the ball is an old piece of garbage made from
a kind of industry plastic
half-flayed alive by loving kicks
that expose the moldy gray rubber inner-
sphere like some soft eyeball

and, behind one of the goals, the
boy who plays goalkeeper only on Wednesdays
lounges like a pimply Greek sculpture—
unable to move as an epileptic fit lazily
puppeteers his body while the players pass the ball into his gut
and I step aside, too—
my stomach aches so badly for the crispy joy
of cold cereal I can’t play—

some days are like that—shed of their seriousness
because it’s more fun to play without a defense
even though we’re always losing **** it I just scored
a goal!