“A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.
But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.”—Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via stolenwine)
Kiss me with the soft echoes
from your mind. String me a necklace
of syllables and wrap them
around me along with your
duvet of promises.
Caress my skin with sweet haikus
and nostalgic analogies,
forming trails of your poetic fingertips.
Hold my hand with apostrophes
and grasp my hips with commas
from your inked hands,
leaving tiny scrawls of memories.