i'm so tired of the game.
the he said she said bullshyt
that everyone seems drawn to-
that love is made of.

i don't want to think of you
in those terms-
the love of my life-
desperate clinging,
wanting. needing.
forgetting myself.

forgetting that my skin
doesn't need anything from you
to regenerate.

i keep losing perspective
in the lust- the passion of it.

so here i am. sitting, watching you.
here i am offering you-
me.
shadows. bends. curves.
mistakes and stupidity at times.
i'm no where near perfect
and don't want to try that.

please taste me. tease me.
get to know me
and open your body to me.
i'm doing the same
and as long as it's still warm-
the night will last long.

-a.