You pt. 4

You are the first person that has inspired me to write about sex, gentle words from the flame in my stomach

I hide myself in baggy clothes and pajama pants, no makeup, but my mind burns bright like the stars in your sky

I wish I could just write you into my life forever, but life is not a novel, and I am not its author

So dance with me tonight, the light in your eyes is bright, shining like a polished marble in a lake of sun

Spin me around until the break of dawn comes, you in your tuxedo and I in my ball gown that twirls out at my feet

There are a host of reasons to not get involved with you – our friendship, your reputation as a heart-breaker

Yet I find myself growing close to the idea, incautious and eager for your affection

Blow your warmth into my soul, you are a boy of words and laughter, I your sometimes suicidal companion

You make me want to live, like anything in the world, your words of kindness help so.

You’re just a boy yet you hold so much hope for me, I’m just a girl yet I write for you again and again

Until the words blur together in a gentle breeze and I can’t take another step without thinking about kissing you.