Sweat, pulsation
Endless time
Rejuvenating in the filthy baths of purity

Hands embarking on loving journeys
Lips being praised as mighty warriors

Hearts beating
Bodies trembling

The sweet smell of intimate lust

Moans of desperation call out for mercy
Met only with further pounding and exhilaration

Souls entangled
Entities intertwined
In a hot mess of indescribable pleasure

Like a consuming force
that becomes an obsession

You're my obsession

*I love you

My heart yearns for you
My fingers crave you
My mind questions you

My body shakes
My lips ache
As you learn to take

You look within me
And you watch and see
As I fight to be free

You move majestically
Yet meticulously
As not to release me

My body shrieks
I feel so weak
I cannot breath
As I cry
You wipe my eye
With your gentle touch
I start to blush
Our eyes meet
As we fall asleep

I hate finding myself staying up late

waiting by my phone

for a call you’ll never make

I hate you

yet

before I sleep

I taste your name on my lips

followed by the words

I miss you

Nobody ever misses me right away.

I have a tendency of making my way into parts of your life that you don’t notice until long after I’m gone.

You’ll think of me in the laundromat, when someone three washers down has the same fabric softener I had just washed my clothes with the night before our first date.

You’ll think of me at the coffee shop, when someone ahead of you in line asks for three sugars and two creamers, like I used to.

You’ll think of me when your sister shows up to your house wearing the same nail polish I did the first time you kissed the back of my hand.

You’ll think of me when you’re in the car alone and you realize you don’t turn on the radio anymore, ‘cause our silence used to be better than whatever was playing.

You won’t really realize it until it’s too late and I’m too far gone.

Until I’m so deeply embedded into your memory and intertwined into your everyday life.

You won’t miss me immediately.

It’ll take some time.

I almost wrote you a love song once

but then I remembered how much I hate love songs

and I decided to just

write you this instead

see most people live life backwards

they’re dead before they find life

and it’s usually too late

and I was that person until I stumbled across you

I found my heartbeat in your spontaneity

and I found my smile in your lips

you touched me in places without

using your hands

and when I cry, you don’t silence me by telling me

"it’ll get better"

you don’t wipe away my tears

you let me cry

and that’s more than anyone has ever done for me

and when I want to thank you

I realize I don’t know how

but you tell me “you’re welcome"

in a million different ways

and I want to thank you for that too

but I don’t know how to do that either

that was when I almost wrote you a love song

but I stopped when I realized that I hated love songs

and I loved you

so I wrote you this instead