I'm not old to love, but I'm not new to it either
And girl,
The things you do to me.
When your arms are around me I feel a warmth in my core like drinking hot tea too fast.
Oh the way you squeeze me,
Tease me,
Finally appease me
When I feel your hand ease into mine.
Girl you said you've got ****,
But if you think I can't carry it
You don't know **** about me.
I'm not in love with your past.
I don't want to hold you for your exes,
I don't want to kiss your lips for a lingering taste of tobacco
I want you
You, being your skin, your hair, your legs and arms and center
The buoyancy of your laugh,
The clarity of your smile,
Your ability be happy
In a world that does these things to you.
Oh but girl the way you wear me,
Tear me,
Take your time and share me
Makes me want to scream-- but
I feel it from my head to my toes, even if it doesn't have a name, even if I'm not allowed to name it,
It follows me out the door every morning
It puts me to sleep every night
And somehow something so bizarre
has never felt so right.