I kissed someone and it felt
Long and new.
I remembered how
It's not something you forget.
The last time I kissed someone, I was kissing
Him goodbye. He reached his
Body through my passenger car window
And gave me a look (here take this last
'Impassioned' glance take it
Because you can no longer have my legs between your legs
My arms mouth bony hips and)
Kissed me one final time
Because my pout begged him, and then I never saw him again.
That was so many alone nights ago
I am a very lustful girl.
I seethe and ache for my muse.
So fantastically attuned to being his own creature.
(I can tell.)
I lust for the one who I once
Dreamt held the arch of my foot and
Made me feel our hearts were anchored and safe.
I lust for him and there is a jealous liquor to it which
If I am not careful, makes me drunk.
And when it makes me drunk enough I gore him with my eyes
Our pupils meet excruciatingly steadfast
As if I fancy myself to be Titania even though
Inside I flop and groan as if I’ve caught The Sweat.
Perhaps I’ve caught The Sweat.
I lust faintly but consistently, damn
Long and incredibly slender
His hips as wide as my waist
I would like to touch my pout to those bones,
Gnaw them a little.
A feminine handsomeness
Hands in the pockets of his long pants,
Or quite often holding a cigarette for he smokes.
His pretty face makes me awkward and stupid
Fantasizing about resting my forehead
Against the dip in his chest bone
The dip in his chest bone and simply inhaling,
For hours inhaling.
Bare white feet in the grass.
What I lust for is his shoulders.
Not just any time. In the sun.
Bright sun light
They are covered in freckles.
He is very thin and his bones are small
and his shoulders are covered in freckles
Exposed to the sun, lay-about
Doesn't give a fuck about
And my hands are not sensitive enough.
They would have to be kissed by my pout.
Shoulder that is.