Sweat,
Sharp breaths
Not letting go yet,
You and I
Pressed against each other,
Nothing in between.
Strokes on your back,
Kisses on your neck,
Never ready for what pleasures come next
Finishing with no common sense
Then we're back at it again.
Worn out,
Eyelids heavy
Smoke a blunt
Let go already
No feelings
No worries
You and I
It happens every time
No metaphors
No flowers
No cards, no love,
Just ***
Just smoke
Just the inhales and the exhales
Just us