Instead of nick names
He gives me neck names
Words spoken softly into the curve of my skin
"Please don't go"
And of course
I find myself staying in his arms
His hands
Cupping my rib cage like dead flowers
All too afraid it will fall apart.
And he gives me neck names
Sometimes they are whispered with teeth
While his hands find my hips
And I find myself getting addicted to the drug of his lips
Just one more kiss
Just five more minutes
Just one less math problem I get done
Just more time
Spent tracing the constellations of my thighs
Spent navigating the foreign terrain that is his neck
The two of us
Are explorers
And risk takers
And
Yes
Yes
Yes
How far can we stretch
Before all that is left of us
Is gone
