We catch each other's glances occasionally
And I guess that's all I need
To know that deep down
Someway, somehow
You still care
We laugh at the same things in class
And I guess that's all I need
To know that deep down
Someway, somehow
You haven't changed

She was so beautiful
The blind men would fall in love with her beauty.
She was so beautiful
The angels would give up their wings
So they could walk next to her.
She was so beautiful
The seagulls would fly to the desert
Just to be with her.
She was so beautiful
Not even the demons would dare to seed sins
in her pure soul.
She was so beautiful
I would let her hurt me over and over again
And thank her for that.
She was too beautiful for such a miserable heart
Like mine.

I would have loved to have kissed you through
your polo shirt, to have felt your leather chest
on the palms of my hand, get my tongue caught
in the feeling of yours. I bet you would have held
my face, one of those guys, who cradles cheekbones
like pottery. I imagined us, feet tangling in sheets
as we wrestle each other in a small bed
pinning arms against the headboard, pulling ribs
closer to the other so they can connect
in their respective grooves. I would have loved
to have played catch with your smile, circle
your eyes with my own, nibble your shoulder
as we collide. I would have loved to,

but I'm still being haunted by ghosts in good underwear
who gave me more than just a body
for a month or two. By boys who swore
that the time wasn't right now, but it was coming
as fast as it could. I've been sliced open
by flea market promise rings with crooked diamonds,
and I would have loved to have used
you to stitch me back together. But you
are just a boy with your parents wallet,
sweetness baked into tight khaki's
and some really cool vans. You are not
the remedy I attempt to find in Bacardi bottles
or a blank document or even cups of tea.
You are too good for this part of me.
I'm sorry for teasing you with my jeans
and the bit of skin I let peak between
my belt and the rest of my blouse.
Imagine what that would have felt like
on your belly while the November breeze
crept through your open window?
I would have loved to.

Any great aspiration,
Requires perspiration,

In order to be establised.

His eyes, hypnotizing,
His hair, luscious and smooth.
His skin, rubs against me softly,
His hands, strong and sturdy.
His tongue, long and wet,
His body, drips beads of sweat.
His legs, trapped between mine,
His lips, big and mighty **** fine.
His ears, curbs perfectly against my lips,
His fingers, moving below past my hips.
His touch, gentle and kind,
His kisses, left all over my body.
Now that we’re finally done, we open our eyes, staring at each other, he smiles and so do I.
He leans down for a gentle kiss, one last time.
This is some moment that I will miss, more than us being high.
          -s.g