Feed me your mouth,
   so I can satisfy my desires
      with the taste of our destiny.
      
      I long for the rush,
      from our lips, when they touch.
    symbols of each other,
signaling one another,
   our body language,
  speaking to,
us.

Lost in forever,
the moment consumed,
by passion

With these hands,
I intertwine yours with mine,
our hands fit perfectly like we're made just for each other,
my vocal chords that lets us stay in contact,
I speak nothing but the truth,
the capacity my brain can absorb,
I won't forget the little details about you,
this one beating heart,
it pumps and butterflies take over as long as we’re together.

Warming up; broad strokes, slow.
Weaving in; zig zags, back and fore.
Quick flicks; **** and sip. Wanting more.
Long circles; slide, gently touching below.
Come hither; and it's off you go.
Wet drawers; when it rains it pours.
Foreplaying; got us both on all fours.
Knees weak; can't take it anymore.
My lips; tugging yours.
Amazing sensation; curling your toes.
Lapping tongue; series of sips.
Guiding hand; full of tips.
Bodies part: tongue, fingers, nose, lips
Raising tides; lifting your hips.
Quality time; best spent like this.

When I first met you I lived by
What do you have to lose.
6 months later who knew that the clumsy punch spilling boy with sparkling eyes would have captured my eyes and now; my heart.
6 months down the track and you’re the first person I wanna tell all my good stories too.
And the bad.
6 months of knowing you, and I know your favourite colours and how you take your coffee and the reasons why you rub your thumb when you’re nervous.
6 months of talking to you and I know how you smell when you come out of the shower, I know when you just need a hug and I know when I don’t say I love you back it hurts you just a little bit.
6 months of you and I know your poetry gives you a piece of sanity.
6 months and I know how you look with stage makeup and I know the face you make when you’re losing yourself in the moment.
6 months and you accept my past and all that comes with it, 6 months and you’ve seen me cry and held me through it, 6 months and your dedication has been unfaltering.
My boy;
You are what I have looked for my whole life.
You are what people spent their whole lives looking for,
And seldom find.
You are everything I could have wished for.
You’re my lover
My tiger
My favourite  
My everything,
You are everything to me.
What do I have to lose
has led me to you
and now you here you are
and you are absolutely
everything
to me.

Open is her mind is,
as is her heart.
words spark intense interest
she plays her role, he plays her part.
she begs for his pardon
he spreads her apart.
Her flower opens wide
in the shape of a heart.
the depth of her depths
his length will soon know

I was sitting in a seat
on what used to be your school bus.
The only thought running through my head
was "What the ****".

You messaged me while I was in class
and you asked me
to come see you after school.
As I read your messages
and for some reason agreed,
I just kept thinking
"What the ****"

Why did you want to see me?
Why did I want to see you?
Did I even want to?
I don't think I really did.
I still don't know how I felt
aside from nervous and afraid.

Friends asked me where I was going
and I didn't tell them.
I was ashamed.
But was I ashamed of myself? for GOING to see you?
Or was it because I was going to see YOU?

As I walked up your driveway
I remembered all the times
we had sat beneath the stars,
filling our lungs with nicotine, dope and lust.
And as I walked into the house
you were nowhere to be seen,
"What the ****"

I crept downstairs and uncertainty crept into my chest.
I knocked softly on your broken door
as I had a million times before,
but this time, when I heard "come in"
I  wanted to run away.

What the **** was I doing?
Why was I there?
What the ****
What the ****
WHAT THE ****

I took a deep breath
and tried to stop the shaking of my hands
as I slowly pushed your door open
to see you sitting on your bed.
You looked so different
after 4 months of invisibility,
but still all the same.

Your hair was cut short
no longer long and wavy,
but still greasy.
Your smile was slightly dulled,
but you glowed as you walked towards me
and pulled me in for a hug.

Feeling your body against mine,
Your arms around my waist,
Your warmth,
Your heartbeat.
All I could think as I breathed in
your scent that I had secretly missed,
was "What the ****."

What the **** am I doing here?
What the **** is going to happen while I'm here with him?
What the **** do I expect?
How do I feel?
How do I want to feel?
How am I supposed to feel?
What are feelings?
What do they mean?
What the ****?!?

And then you were holding my hand
and telling me how much you had missed me
and how sorry you were for disappearing for so long.
I told you it was all okay.
What the ****? Why?
It wasn't okay.

I had spent the last 4 months
Writing
Missing
Wanting
Craving
Hating
Loathing
Screaming
and Crying
about the fire that raged
inside my heart and inside my brain
because of the damage that you had caused.

But all the hate randomly vanished
as you pressed your lips against mine.
As you pulled me closer.
As your hands began to explore my shaking body.
And then, just like that,
I was yours
just the same as before.
What the ****?

We spent 3 hours
wrapped up in each other,
and afterwards you told me that you loved me,
and when it was time for me to go,
you kissed me before helping me climb into the car.
As you drove me home
all I could think was
"I hope I can see you again soon"

What the ****?