1000 of our suns combined and it's not as hot as you and me together, baby
Photo by Klara Kulikova on Unsplash 26 letters and not one combination can describe it A billion books printed and not one can define it But I can trace it on your face The angle of your jaw; The dimples in your cheeks. I don't get lost in your eyes, I get found. Yet it's you who comes to me for salvation. Get on your knees Worship me-- Our bed is an altar Your tongue is an offering Sing praises against my lips But it's me who will be rejoicing. He gets what he wants the first time, but he'll go twice more after that. He wants me to finish as fast as I can; So he can make me do it again. But first, slow it down Show me how you missed me. Because it has to be me; Just me. Only me. Holding me close and moaning softly into my neck Stroking my hair Cradling my face in that way you know makes me feel wanted. His hands searching all over and never seem to find-- That's okay, take your time. You look at me like I'm a galaxy, but I'm a supernova. I'm going to ...