We are new to each other,
Of each other’s scents we know nothing real.
We speak pleasantries and smile polite,
Send the right kind of texts and
Sink back to silence.
Once, you took longer than it would take
To stare at my feet. And when
Your own caught my eye, I noticed
They were well formed and long.
I like the vacant colour of your eye.
At night, I meditate you:
What I can’t turn to song
I make the hours longer with timely breaks
And in my reverie you caress my back
As I draw to press in alternate takes.
You are one I must have, no matter
How unlikely it to you may seem.
To free your bosom and to crush it
To your open gasp, to drink deep into potions
Your lust may freely give,
To be lost among your thighs,
To be entangled by your endless legs,
And to bite that flesh that
To me as yet is hidden as you moan,
Is to caste aside sobriety; and to live.