She fingers at my ***
and plays me like a mandolin
Long notes
strings pulled
All I can hear is blood rush through my brain
Insane
All this ******* and a smile
Stretched from ear to ear.
She says I am awesome sauce
If I’m the sauce she must be the pasta
Faster and faster
We **** until chords fall
Freely from our throats.
High notes
Like music to my ears.
All fears lost when I look into her
Deep brown eyes
I cannot disguise
My lust
There is trust
In this madness
Like falling down a rabbit hole
Looking for cake to eat
And magic potions to drink
I could sink into her completely
I could drown in her whole
She takes the sadness from my soul
and replaces it with the simple joys
of happiness and like meeting like.