i could scribble "hey, cutie" on your napkin in red lipstick while you're in the bathroom
and watch you fold it fancy-like and tuck it into your suitcoat
for safekeeping
i could offer to foot the bill at village inn with my new visa card that came in the mail two days ago
and feel you slip ten dollars into my hands asking if you can pay for half
i could squeal and laugh when you flick your tongue into my mouth while we're kissing
and hear your soft chuckle and the sultry whisper "you're so cute,"
i could wrap myself around you and whisper how much i adore and need you
licking the back of your neck and feeling your muscles flex
beneath my touch
and know that in just moments you will run your tongue across me, too
and i will be swimming in your glory
i could throw a fishing line into our pool of ideas
draw one up
examine it, gut it, roast it over a fire
and share a warm meal of minced minds with you
to find that you are playing with my hair and nuzzling your nose into my back as i talk and laugh with you
over this meal meant for two
i could scrape the snow from your windshield every morning
and draw hearts endlessly in the frost that formed across your soul when your mother died
your lips would crawl across me,
whispering "Kate Lyn" the whole time
Mar 1, 2015
Mar 1, 2015 at 1:35 AM UTC
i could scribble "hey, cutie" on your napkin in red lipstick while you're in the bathroom
and watch you fold it fancy-like and tuck it into your suitcoat
for safekeeping
i could offer to foot the bill at village inn with my new visa card that came in the mail two days ago
and feel you slip ten dollars into my hands asking if you can pay for half
i could squeal and laugh when you flick your tongue into my mouth while we're kissing
and hear your soft chuckle and the sultry whisper "you're so cute,"
i could wrap myself around you and whisper how much i adore and need you
licking the back of your neck and feeling your muscles flex
beneath my touch
and know that in just moments you will run your tongue across me, too
and i will be swimming in your glory
i could throw a fishing line into our pool of ideas
draw one up
examine it, gut it, roast it over a fire
and share a warm meal of minced minds with you
to find that you are playing with my hair and nuzzling your nose into my back as i talk and laugh with you
over this meal meant for two
i could scrape the snow from your windshield every morning
and draw hearts endlessly in the frost that formed across your soul when your mother died
your lips would crawl across me,
whispering "Kate Lyn" the whole time
Love is an action.
