your hand slithers around my thigh
I swat at you, With a sigh.

but how I wish I never did
because I am longing for that touch
that sensation you gave me
lay me down again
pull me close
whisper secrets In my ear
now lower, lower
you come back up

see the thing is I want this from you
not just anyone
I want you to touch me in ways
where ill have poems slipping from my tongue to yours
and you'll recite them as we intertwine

you'll recite these poems on every inch of my body
leaving marks that you have been there and you have told them

"Can I ask you something?"
Is either the best or the worst question imaginable.
It can either make you or break you,
And unfortunately,
That's the harsh reality to everything.
It either makes you,
Or breaks you.
A.C