Chose Your Own Adventure- page 62

If you wish to stay, turn to page 47.  
It you wish to run… turn to page 62.  
   
Baby, we turn to page 62…
   
where we escape a group of  
horny Amazonians trying to 
  
fuck us to death in a    
fertility ritual,    
and fall into    
hysterical survivor’s laughter  
at the foot of a waterfall  
   
Every time we settle down    
one of use yells ‘uniboob’    
and we die again.    
   
We don’t even know    
why that’s funny.  
   
You back into the moonlit pool  
like a cheesy trope from a    
pulp fiction novel,  
we stop laughing    
at the same time    
when you pull your shirt    
over your head.  
   
There’s no breath in my lungs    
at the sight of you  
lost in my mental jungle,  
 
my body trembles  
as I pull my shirt  
off too,  
and meet you  
in the moonlight  
   
Time. Stops.  
   
You pull me close,  
kiss me as if my mouth  
was a ripe pear to be  
savored slowly,  
 
and after our near    
death-by-uniboob-fucking,    
this tenderness    
unhinges my knees  
   
But you catch me.    
   
Fuck,    
you catch me.  
   
And on Page 63  
I’m in love,    
and this is the  
only place  
I want to be.   
   
You draw constellations  
on my damp body with  
your tongue    
and I fear that we’ll both    
drown when you sink    
below the surface of the pool,  
and stay there  
until I nearly black out  
from way my need  
pulls the oxygen from the air  
like old prayers  
   
you rise from the water  
a dark god,  
accepting the sacrifices  
of my quivering thighs.
 
I pull your dripping body to me,    
 and our mouths are harsh,    
messy, needy.    
   
I do what I've wanted since
the moment I saw you  
 on Page 1.    
   
I climb you.     
My legs wrap around    
your waist as my arms twine    
around your neck.    
I reach down    
and guide you inside,    
as your hands cradle my ass  
   
We move as if the forest    
was starved for our flesh,  
and quicksand was  
around the every corner;  
we move until the calm    
jungle pool has tidal waves    
and our cries    
blend with the    
night songs of  
a haunted forest  
as we reach the edge  
   
but you stop  
   
You stop.  
   
And catch a single tear    
with your thumb.    
   
Baby, I got lost in the pages  
and you found me.  
   
you found me  
as I jumped  
from page to page    
searching for the next  
grand adventure  
   
But I want to…  
   
I want to stay here  
locked in you  
under the moonlight    
for the rest of the story.  
   
I want to love you    
on Page 63    
until the paper   
is stained and    
worn from age and use    
   
You found me.  
   
And I will choose    
whatever page you’re on  
   
because  
you  
are my    
greatest adventure.