my eyes are naked
looking down at you
uncovering secrets i’m too strong to share with anyone else
you know how i hate to look weak
yet
climaxing into your observant gaze
seems a fair trade
to feel the flame of your tongue
licking my body clean of desire for anyone else but you.
how did i get here?
how did you happen to me?
i’m supposed to feel like i’m not free
but being with you for some reason
is not smothering
you hold me tight but your grip doesn’t break or crush my air
and i love that you’re with me
but i do remember that at some point
i did swear
promised myself i was only near you to feel the warmth of your flame
not to be consumed by it
took my oath on not falling like this
on not liking anyone enough to miss
on not being kissed…
on not looking into your soul
on not losing control
with the frustration of a passion unleashed
for almost a week
i have to admit…
i actually like the effect you have on me…
maybe…
even love…