I’m wearing his shirt.
There’s nothing but me underneath it.
Skin so alive.
He’s below me.
He’s inside me.
He’s god damn everything.
From lips that melt me
In all ways.
I like what’s going on beneath the shirt
Beneath these sheets
Anywhere you want.
I wanna taste you
In every way.
Maybe I do light up
But I’d like no thunder
Unless it’s hard and loud
And so awake.
I’ll still be dancing through storms
With the boy who called me home
And made me feel sexy and cute and wanted.
Tell me about how bad your day was.
Sympathy can be given in all kinds of ways.
Leave teeth prints on necks that are red and blue and purple
And pressing into everything I am
For days after.
And hands slipping under tops.
Use your teeth.
I wanna try everything with you.
Can you blame me for being distracted?
And the skin above it
Wants the ‘ever’
Mentioned at early hours this morning.
Wants to do you.
Wants to be with you.