Make it Happen

07/13/12

I wish for you to bind
me clean,
peel back the layers of my clothing,
trace the underside
of my breasts and kiss
me slowly
before you pry me open.
Because I'll dream of your hands
branded against the bones
of my hips, fingers locked,
breath shaking,
mind reeling as I let myself
fall forwards into you.

I hope that I can make this happen.

Nothing as Stupid as a Love Poem

09/15/12
-for my version of the scientist

This is a fantasy.

Kiss me, teeth scraping
along the curve of my lips,
blood beating deep
within my ears, flush
staining out across my cheeks
as I fist my fingers through
your hair
and pull you to me.
Grind me, hips locked together,
limbs sprawled out across the bed,
breath heaving as I claw my body open
in an attempt to reach you.
Taste me, tongue kissed behind my ear,
the sweat of your skin imprinted
along the fabric on my shirt,
chest heaving,
heart strangled as I slowly allow
you to start stripping me bare.

I need you to fill me, break
me down, bones locked to
the mattress,
heart slowing from your weight
stretched along me.

This is a fantasy.
Because when I wake,
you're no where closer to being
in my arms.

Descending

There are these moments
when I find myself locked back
within the confines
of your embrace,
your arms a dead weight slowly descending
upon the curves of my throat,
my fingers locked into
the strands of your hair falling loose
across our faces
as the sounds of breathing
grow louder against
the stretch of this moment
as I pray for you not to let go
before you end it all.