i.
we're tangled in sheets, and i'm moving from your lips,
to your cheek – i feel your fingertips trace,
the outline of my face, and we're breathless;
you called my mouth the horizon.

ii.
the only time i really feel loved,
is when i'm on your tongue,
    when you hold me down,
    when you mark me up;
come on, look at me, baby,
eyes filled with lust.

iii.
i can't keep away from your touch;
fill me up in ways i didn't know i was empty and call it love,
because i just wanna feel whole again.