We made art
We wrote poems
Your sweat dripping on me
Like oil paints
Your salty neck tingling on my tongue
To finally taste something I've craved for so long
I like looking up at you
While you're giving me something to whine about
I'm not sure if it was the thickness in the motel walls
Or your hand around my neck
That was choking me
If I stopped breathing I know you'd give me your air
I feel the chivalry in the soft touch that you place across my lower back
As we approach street corners
My heart open wider than my thighs
You always pierced the depths of me
But I never knew how deep you'd go
There's a fire in my soul
burning for you
ignite me.
