sex and all is good, but have you ever felt the kind of love where someone's first instinct is to pull you closer when they wake up in the middle of the night? have you?
I want to see
When you let go
And I bet it feels
Like a punch to the gut
Because your eyes
Already hit like a fist
And I want to taste
When you let go
To breathe the breath
Carrying your moans
Oh god, I want to see
Your pulse, your heartbeat
Your body memorized by
My fingertips and lips
And I want to see
The trail marked with
Bites and bruises
Staking their claim
And I want to see
How soft you can be
When you let go
When you give everything
And I need
Oh god, I need
You to see
How you are
The ruin of me
The only constellations that possess any value are those found upon your skin. Those I’ll gladly memorize, mapping them with closed eyes and finger tips. The only meaning I care to remember is that which I can recite with my lips pressed to your skin.