i.
obviously,
her heart pumps lust acid
burning from the inside out
diss-solving
she wants me
(i can smell)
wants me to run
to squirm
to be weightless like outer space
in-her space
to scream echoes
to do what no one else could
to win the conquest.
ii.
desire drips from my lips
down onto my fingertips
using them to invite her to my bed
she asks questions to get in my head
i search for the nerve to do what i said
with no regards
not looking at what we’ll leave behind
i climb.
iii.
her trick is this:
agility
she moves intently
just for me
she pulled my stare
and then my hair.
finite:
and then we fucked the past.
