It started with misconceptions. I had assumed so much from one glance, but that didn't make the wanting end. Desire goes a long way, it can destroy and rebuild. In this case it's just an emotion I want to explore with only you. It's hard to describe; I'll try.
I imagine you sticky with your own juices, satisfied and tired, or pulling me over for more. Brown skin, brown eyes, and that soft pink matter. Tracing your skin with tongue, and drawing a pattern with a kiss. There's no question I'm interested. There's so much I don't know, so much of you I haven't explored. There have been others for both of us. There will be more to follow, but why not pause for each other. I'll be temporary for you. A passing thing, a bump in your road. A poet would ask for your heart, but your heart isn't what I'm after. I see myself tangled in you; my skin against your skin; my lips pressed against yours.