You smell like the city streets,
hot and soaked with sun
the steam rises up from the earth
and carries me down,
past the parks and corner stores
until I'm there,
front and center
standing outside your door
Your skin tastes like hot spices
and sandlewood
and vanilla
and all the other beautiful things
that make me feel whole, alive
and I swallow you down
until you're the only thing inside me
You're hot to the touch
but that's how I like it
deep brown and drenched in summer sun,
and seedlings from surrounding trees
Sometimes, I like to sit
at the very edge of your love
dip my toes in and splash around
but today, it's too warm and too bright
not to dive right in
and swim around,
in the deepest parts of you
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
You smell like the city streets,
hot and soaked with sun
the steam rises up from the earth
and carries me down,
past the parks and corner stores
until I'm there,
front and center
standing outside your door
Your skin tastes like hot spices
and sandlewood
and vanilla
and all the other beautiful things
that make me feel whole, alive
and I swallow you down
until you're the only thing inside me
You're hot to the touch
but that's how I like it
deep brown and drenched in summer sun,
and seedlings from surrounding trees
Sometimes, I like to sit
at the very edge of your love
dip my toes in and splash around
but today, it's too warm and too bright
not to dive right in
and swim around,
in the deepest parts of you
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