musings of a flighty teenager

theif.

with words
you slipped away from my alarm
with parting lips that barely grazed
hot with the taste of your charm
whispered promises of a love returned
made the butterflies in my stomach churn
my pulse-- you raised

with kisses
you picked my locks
wrecking my body in search
for a specific organ that beats like a clock
you stole my heart
and ripped me apart
my worship-- your church