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the creatures on your shoulders
Pass and serve,
a tennis match
I'm not keeping track of
Eyes on me,
break away and lock on mine again
Bruised heart,
Are you the right puzzle piece?
Kaleidoscope of colour
Your words a breath of crisp autumn air
Lips draw upwards out of my control
Did you touch me, magnetise me?
This is electric, a fire just under my skin
I'm drawn to you
You
We giggle about the wrong things
I say so, and you say,
"Then I don't want to be right."
And I grin and grin and grin
Conversation changes tracks
When you ask about me
I smile quickly, draw the blinds
Point to me, serve to you
I expect you to launch into
A monologue
Everyone, everyone else would
But you don't; you just look at me
Something like understanding flashes in your eyes and I
Want to run, want to hide
I look away and
Don't expect you to but
You step closer
The warmth of your body,
Like a fireplace at Christmastime
You hold my chin
You lean in slow
Give me time
To back away
But I don't
I don't
And you
You
Your lips on mine
Eyelashes flutter against cheeks
You taste me
My lime chapstick
I taste you
Your wholesome beer
A tongue swipes my lower lip and I inhale you
Your kiss is
Warm
Soft
Gentle
Kind
Caring
Careful
I can't think of enough words
And I want more
I want more of you
Like a flashback
I think
I want to see you
Wanton
Groaning
Losing control
Looking at me like I own you
Like I'm the only thing that makes sense
I want you
Sobbing my name
And swearing and sweating and scattered
Incoherent
I want you to need me
I want you broken
I want you helpless needy mine
I gently draw back
Smile, but not without feeling
Shake my head slightly
After all, I barely know you
Is this what flying sparks feels like?
And I can see it then, clear as light
You're thinking I'm a challenge
Do you want to know me?
Do you want to screw me over?
I think,
Doesn't matter
My demon grins and says
Your soul is mine
My angel smiles and says
Your heart is mine
I smile and think
Your body,
Everything about you,
Is mine
And you don't hear a thing
Except when I ask for your number
a tennis match
I'm not keeping track of
Eyes on me,
break away and lock on mine again
Bruised heart,
Are you the right puzzle piece?
Kaleidoscope of colour
Your words a breath of crisp autumn air
Lips draw upwards out of my control
Did you touch me, magnetise me?
This is electric, a fire just under my skin
I'm drawn to you
You
We giggle about the wrong things
I say so, and you say,
"Then I don't want to be right."
And I grin and grin and grin
Conversation changes tracks
When you ask about me
I smile quickly, draw the blinds
Point to me, serve to you
I expect you to launch into
A monologue
Everyone, everyone else would
But you don't; you just look at me
Something like understanding flashes in your eyes and I
Want to run, want to hide
I look away and
Don't expect you to but
You step closer
The warmth of your body,
Like a fireplace at Christmastime
You hold my chin
You lean in slow
Give me time
To back away
But I don't
I don't
And you
You
Your lips on mine
Eyelashes flutter against cheeks
You taste me
My lime chapstick
I taste you
Your wholesome beer
A tongue swipes my lower lip and I inhale you
Your kiss is
Warm
Soft
Gentle
Kind
Caring
Careful
I can't think of enough words
And I want more
I want more of you
Like a flashback
I think
I want to see you
Wanton
Groaning
Losing control
Looking at me like I own you
Like I'm the only thing that makes sense
I want you
Sobbing my name
And swearing and sweating and scattered
Incoherent
I want you to need me
I want you broken
I want you helpless needy mine
I gently draw back
Smile, but not without feeling
Shake my head slightly
After all, I barely know you
Is this what flying sparks feels like?
And I can see it then, clear as light
You're thinking I'm a challenge
Do you want to know me?
Do you want to screw me over?
I think,
Doesn't matter
My demon grins and says
Your soul is mine
My angel smiles and says
Your heart is mine
I smile and think
Your body,
Everything about you,
Is mine
And you don't hear a thing
Except when I ask for your number
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