On the couch you climb me
tongues melting deep.
Your hands on my face.
We break, I look in your eyes.
I see the pain in them
and just want to love you.
Protect and look out for you.
I want this forever.
You want to let me in but can’t.
And I only lust for you more.
Perfect pan dulce, grip firmly
you exhale heavy.
“Don’t hold back. Let go.”
the Spanish I breathe in your ear.
You do.
You take me in deep
and our worlds burn away.
Lost with you in another reality.
One where we both don’t feel
alone and vulnerable.
I am deep into you in every way.
Body and soul.
But don’t quite know it yet.
I know you are too
but don’t know it either.
Or can.
We’re both scared of each other.
To get too close.
And I only lust for you more.
Fear grows with the intensity of
our infatuation.
Familiar danger brings terror.
Impending pain invites anxiety.
But I feel alive.
Nothing else like it.
In the kitchen, we devour each other
for the fourth time that night.
I can’t get enough of you either.
You hurt me that afternoon
I put you in line
and you only cling to me tighter.
And I only lust for you more.
Carry you to the bedroom
tongues melting deep.
Worlds burn away another hour
until our spectacular return.
Stillness.
Our limbs intertwined.
It all feels right.
You kiss my face.
We could have this forever.
But you can’t let it in.
And maybe I can’t either.
And I only lust for you more.