Hey Boy

I don’t stare at your knuckley hands
And imagine how they would feel
Along my neck, and across my cheeks
And behind my ears while I try to breath

I don’t watch the way your fingers move
To feel things out and start to woo
I don’t weaken when I see the lines of age
Across your shyly smiling face

I don’t notice when our bodies touch
When we stand together in the sun
And obviously when we talk about porn
It doesn’t ever turn me on

It’s totally innocent when we talk about sex
And the juiciest details of our past
I get no joy from erotic imagery
I don’t ever picture the woman as me’

Im not intrigued by your horniness
Or the fact that we both fall in love like this
Or that we get on like kindred spirits
Or that ive been waiting for a guy just like this
Im not into this at all.

Bellow My Bellybutton

Bruised lips tingle
can't help but think
of hands sliding roughly over hips
and of breathing so heavy I could choke
on mouthfuls of wanting
You

Those looks you give
that say you're going
to have it your way
those looks
make the world spin and my heart beat
and mouth water
and teeth sink
into shoulders and arms and neck
and want more and more and more
of you

You wrap me up
and make me live in the space
between sighs and groans
your arms and lips and heart
on your fingertips
that trace the places deepest
inside of me
on top of me

Legs against thighs
a remedy for the burn
some where bellow my bellybutton
where lips have brushed
and fingers push into spaces
they never knew they could
and you
You
You make me break into tiny pieces
that feel
so damn good