Do you like the way
I look at you?

Are your eyes open now?

I can’t tell
If you’re stoned, or
Incredibly high on me, or
If you’re

an eyes closed deep inside
kind of guy.
I can’t tell how you
lie.

I can’t cuddle
your cry. Fucking
is cool, but
I want to
disrobe your vulnerability

And
run my fingers
all over it; and my
tongue,
to make
you
moan, and

moistness from
between my
thighs to make
you sigh;

then more
kisses
for
your trembling
sensitivities,

more
kisses for your
sweet surrender