i think it’s the butterflies
the ones in springs
& the ones in my tummy
when i fall hundred feet from the sky
into your lap;
eyes rollback
when i have your body back
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i think it’s the butterflies
the ones in springs
& the ones in my tummy
when i fall hundred feet from the sky
into your lap;
eyes rollback
when i have your body back
a moment,
sweet & short
capped off with a drink~
a moment
we made love with
a moment
untouched by the outside world
that lives
like a stallion in open fields
i just ate;
fulfilled to the max
counting our stacks
war with our axes
rewriting all our exes;
i just ate,
now i’m full
no games
just tell me you’re ready;
i think this was the plan
since we met
but we didn’t listen-
so after you see this;
know my mind has been stuck
my soul wanders a string
of second & third hands
waiting for yours;
no games
just tell me
he stares
-obviously
he remembers
when their eyes met
a latte ago
i choose not to shoot-
to wait;
but everything
everything
is telling me
to let rounds fly;
if it was meant to be
there wouldn’t be
this
space
between me
and
you
your energy
is a pint to my veins
never enough;
feeding my needs
in a hand cup
tied with loose handcuffs
today is our debut
come over here
listen close
on your bare back—
i’ll blow your mind
we fucked
you came
i faked
something real