Hands on hands Bodies on bodies Oxytocin blood rush. Heart rushing. Face gushing. Stomach fluttering. Lips stuttering before Hers meet mine. And then it all just... Feels okay again.
The radio static in my head Was like comfort food to me But I’ve lost my appetite recently Because I just Can’t stop Thinking.
And with how much I think about the future, I should be psychic by now. But all my foresights Involved her. And though “it” May never happen. God she makes me feel good And happy In this moment.
And in this moment Our hands are shaking Lips are quivering And birds are too busy beeing Ethereal beings. And if all goes well I hope the bees Don’t turn to wasps And take half of everything. That way I won’t be like him.