You make your presence known
and it doesn’t seem to matter
to my moon-struck mind
if we are in the same room or not.
There is sufficient space
behind my ribs
and if you would occupy me
I would occupy you.
Your loquacious eyes drown me
by the centimeter.
There is nothing you could say
that would mean as much to me
as the hunger of your attention.
Head cocked, I watch you
silently swallowing the air from my lungs
and you are so close
that I can taste your scent.
I am captivated by your mouth
going flush against my fingertips.
This is how we say hello.
Every time we meet
I find myself thinking
of all the ways we could
fit inside of each other.
Every time we meet
I want to drink you
by the milliliter.
I feel you whenever
I press my thighs together.
I feel you in the seismic echoes
of my sex as I surrender to myself
again and again on your behalf.
I feel you in every faltering breath,
in every start and stutter,
in the stars igniting and collapsing
underneath the cloak of my skin.
I feel you like a head on collision
and each day my awareness of you
drives me closer to addiction.
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wasn’t planning on posting today but alas
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