How about another taste

smoke a cigarette after sex
scratch my forearms ’til i bleed
rake your hands across my chest
drop me into tomorrow like a cannonball
just give me one minute to stare into your blue eyes
to tell you how i feel
i won’t even blink

bother me while i shave
you fog my bathroom mirror
melting my memories into your reality or mine
the pleasure’s still there
wearing your black shirt with the sunshine cast on your shoulders
drive my daydream into a wall at one hundred and five miles per hour

the zipper on your jacket rustles
the buttons on your shirt goes pop
promise me you’ll never leave
if you do i hope you’ll think better of me

savor the music
indulge the rush
as you put your boots on
sensually you walk out the door
even the way you walk away is cute

i hear your voice when i stop and listen
yearning for a piece of me
i close my eyes and see you there in front of me
i’ve never grabbed a beautiful vision like you
but goddamn i’ll try

i miss waking up to a message
anything from you
showing that you cared at all
dust ’till i find the evidence
that feeling
like after the third pint and a shot of sour mash whiskey
i miss that

walking home after a 13 hour shift
i hope it starts to rain
it makes me feel a little bit closer to something
weather it be myself or your vision in the storm
the taste of you will never leave me