i am wordy as fuck,
and you’re good to go, crouched between legs trembling as these high lips strive to say no, say something– but all that comes out is just wait, when what i mean is wait for me to feel something more than lost and more like lust or even simple longing. you press close but your eyes are just eyes. we weren’t pieces that fit we were just slightly sticky and in the heat we briefly melted into one another, our interiors not quite hot enough to make it all the way just warm enough to confuse the edges at a glance so we intertwined and refined our impulses with flesh but when it came to it our eyes were still just eyes when we wanted windows to what we wanted most
