Your lips catch onto mine
And I fall hook, line, and sinker.
The friction your hips create, sliding across mine,
Imitate the drag of my lungs
When you first declared your love for me.
I kiss the freckles on your hipbone;
Orion's little constellation.
You guide my mouth to where it needs to be
Even though I don't know what I am doing,
Even though this is my first time.
You taste like musk and salt.
And when your eyes reopen,
You pull me up and kiss my forehead.
"Perfect."