Conscious

I find
comfort & security  
in his  
sobriety
as he
grips
my being
holistically  
and  
I find  
myself  
wondering  
about  
all the  
wicked & sinful
ways  
that he
could
fuck me
just
to  remind  
us
both
that we’re  
still  
very much  
alive  
and  
brimming
with  
playfulness  
that  
speaks
for itself
when  
he’s lost
and  
wants  
to talk
about  
all the
ways  
in which
he
wants  
to own
me  
triangularly
and  
if he’d just  
stop
for a
moment
and  
be assertive  
we might  
just  
blossom
as we
did
once
upon a time
and
there’s no
time
like right
now.