wrap your body around mine
hold me
place your hand at the small of my back and the other resting on my neck as your thumb caresses my cheek
look me in the eyes with yours that are so dark that they can only be filled with desire
lean in close and slow like you're going to tell me a secret
move in a little more
more
closer
brush your lips with mine
inhale my exhale
pull me closer
let me wrap myself around you
play with the hairs at the base of your neck
induce goosebumps
generate warmth
hotter
closer
closer
kiss
me

I remember when I used to write poetry
I wrote silly things about important events
I wrote before I knew much about feelings
I wrote broken , fragmented
I write from little experience
I write from my brain that likes to outdo my heart
The way I write and wrote share no boundaries
they try to grow with me or fall apart as I do
I don't know what I'm doing and neither does my writing
I follow pen and ink and keyboard strokes
I am my writing and everything I wrote