Tasting your skin
Whilst you scratch my thirst,
A flavour into the uncharted,
Flashing lights on our taste buds
As we fall into one another's worlds,
Our legs intertwine like vines,
Our breaths match simultaneously,
You raise your back like you're
Stretching your senses into my soul,
I separate you into two dimensions
And you still come back
For another whole universe
To explore.
at 4:14 am
im still wide awake
imagining your body on top of mine
captivating me,
your large hands running down my fragile, tiny body,
claiming everything you brush as "yours".
at 4:20 am im still awake,
imagining myself on all fours,
your hand grasping my hair,
pulling it into that tight ponytail i wear during the day,
while you're telling me about how you could never resist me,baby. your words alone leaving me drenched and ready for you.
it's 4:30 am, and texting you:
"are you awake?"
Do his thumbs taste like honeysuckles? Is it the little way he squeezes your thighs after a long night of lust war paint on your tongue? Or was it a smokey quartz lies that kept you in close when I should have departed? Did my lips just echo of please stay here baby? Chaotic kisses left on the pale blouse I wore when you told me to stay. There’s a dusk glitch over our town, but it glowed when your lips became a crescent moon.
trace me back
to myself
trace yourself
on my back
I will back yourself
upon a wall
and dance
beneath your waterfall
all your tears
water my soul
all your fears
I hold
sway from afar
melt in your stall
your full, sensual lips
are all I ask for
my planted feet
my well-known wall
your rippling being
I admire to hold
a poet may write of
'your blonde strands of gold'
a poem insults you
for material is sold
my love
rare is not gold
my love
you are not gold
but whatever you are
I am your fort
.
Hour glass body
Excited— fingers fondling
Love my blue guitar
.
im a lot like kurt cobain
when i am done writing something that seemed beautiful as i formed it
i begin to really depsise it
i am a lot like kurt cobain
overly humble, a bit too sensual
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i speak loudly but i talk slowly
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i am mild, and peaceful
i am a lot like kurt cobain
i dont have a gun
how does it feel?
the one who never cries on valentines
in love with the world
the world, with you
is this the real you?
unencumbered
life is your banquet
badly hidden treasures
fleeting pleasures
tempting to the real you
as you are to them
but treasures get plundered
pleasures elude
soon you have to find them where no one else looks
the games you'll play
.
Tasting lips do latch
To heavens our bodies go
Above and below