“good lord, I’d bathe in it”
you said with sultry flow
“you know your waves are meant for it”
smiling, when you sprung my curl
“I could spit tomes on your lips alone”
muttering, you focus on my Cupid’s bow.
“..but I’d rather watch your hips when you dip and moan”
Blushing, I pursed my mouth at your tone.
“& your eyes are prophetic.
I see our life in them- raw & poetic”
good lord but
the light came quick
I sighed myself
into a wisp
wrapped up in blankets
pillows strewn across the floor
phone said 5:30 AM
face was wet & hot
i was awake