Lean your head
On my
Bare
Hip
And taste
Sweet,
Pure
Freedom.

Let these
empty
sheets
Cover this
naked
Body
Of mine
With relief.

Let my ankle
Feel
The pain
Of your
Passionate
Kiss,
As we both know
It is our last.

Close your eyes,
Love,
As you did mine
Once,
So you won't see
My shadowed
Steps
Walking away.

Take your farewell
And cover it
With clothing,
But it will still be
Too much
For our
One hour
Love story.

Bodies crash into foreign sheets
and lips mold against currents.
Drunken declarations of love,
filled without meaning or thought.
The world fades to black
and slumber takes over.
Hands clutch empty spaces
and lift cold pillow cases
to realize that it was never real.
It was just a night weaved through time,
forgotten one day to never be spoke of.
Lonely people discovering what it's like to feel alive.

If I say “I love you”,
Will you leave me behind?
What will you do
When I use a pick-up line?

I know I’m cheesy
On my spread
And I seem so needy
When we’re in bed.

But if you’re down
I can be your girl
If you wanna be around
I can give it a whirl

I know that I seem like a *****
But I’ve always been ignored

If you let me come closer,
I promise I won’t let you down.
If you excuse my composer,
I swear you won’t be let down.
(Down)

La la la la la
(Let let let you down)
La la la la la
(Let let let you down)

My story is sadly
Seldom told;
A girl who’s lonely
Living in a gray world.

And every evening
When she’s deep in woe
She takes some comfort
With some guy she doesn’t know.

With the sun
She sees the same scene:
He’s already gone
By seven-fifteen
Now I’m falling for another man
Tell me it won’t happen again.

If you let me come closer,
I promise I won’t let you down.
(I won’t let let let)
If you excuse my composer,
I swear you won’t be let down.
(Down)

If you let me come closer,
I promise I won’t let you down.
If you excuse my composer,
I swear you won’t be let down.
(Down)

La la la la la
(Let let let you down)
La la la la la
(Let let let you down)

I can’t believe that I discovered you
I feel I’m on a a a high
So,
If you feel that our bond isn’t true
I’m going to cry cry cry

If you let me come closer,
I promise I won’t let you down.
(I won’t won’t won’t)
If you excuse my composer,
I swear you won’t be let down.
(Down)

La la la la la
(Let let let you down)
La la la la la
(Let let let you down)
La la la la la
(Let you down)
La la la la la
(Let you let you let you down)
La la la la la

Skin on skin
Sweet caresses and whispers of love
A blissful sensation; an alien feeling unknown

The strange energy coursing through the veins
The mind begins to enter euphoria while the body vibrates anticipating what it awaits

It all feels just right

Can we pretend we're lovers if only for just one night
Pretend that we were distant but just reunited
Let's pretend and play along with this lie

Can I say you loved me too?
Please say that you loved me as I loved you!
If only for a moment, can we pretend we never parted?

I've grown fond of you
I think I love you

In the morning I walked out

leaving you like a

crumpled sheet, slumped across the bed.

It had been fun the night before

but sunshine cracks open the mind

and slaps the fertile brain

into consciousness.

I knew we weren't made for each other

By the curve of your lip

and ***** sink stacked with food-caked plates

the music you listened to

and the photograph of your ex.

To be perfectly honest this was one of the more difficult poems to string together for the sheer fear of possibly jinxing it,
as there appears to be a pattern to every story involving a boy and me lately,
which begins with the same overrated butterflies in the stomach sensation followed by a poem,
sleepless nights, cigarettes, ***** and a tragic ending.
So having reached the poem stage my instincts and the part of my brain receptive to pain are already bracing themselves,
I can feel them clenching in my gut.  
As this three nights stand situation burns the lines between a *******, friendship with benefits and something to the extent of a budding romance,
my expectations are protesting against being so fiercely oppressed,
frankly they are getting out of control,
as the dislike of not wanting to be clingy, chivalry of not wanting to subdue to any labels nor the fear of yet another heartbreak itself,
are no longer sufficient to keep these rising hopes in place.
Ironically, when I think of you I think more of who I become when I'm with you, than actually you,
even though I do sincerely adore you. Very much.
I'm bemused by how comfortable I feel in my own skin,
naked and burnished, next to your warm, ivory touch.
Each time you trail your fingers down my body and take in a quick breath as if you were seeing me for the very first time,
I treasure the look in your eyes for later in the week when the going gets tough.
I idolize your rough, blistered, bleeding palms with all its calluses for they mirror my own much subtle bruises,
representing our shared interest, commitment, strength and transformation.
Your new found superpower to completely eradicate my necessity to socially smoke when socializing with you, speaks for itself really,
and we haven't even got to the laughter, the banter, the top notch sarcasm, the conversation, the warmest embrace,
breakfast ending in a ridiculously serious spectacle of coffee making,
which I thoroughly enjoy from the best seat in the kitchen wearing your shirt which fits me far more perfectly,
and the skip in my step as I head home.
So when the day comes for the revolution, of my expectations, overthrowing this rather tiresome governance of fear,
I just might pop the question, will you be my forever one night stand? ,
in the hope that you might just say yes...