his and the rest of it too but not as eagerly

the simple sort

all I need is for you to fondle

my undone buttons

trace constellations

between my scars

breathe heavy

tuck my hair back

count my flaws

erase them all

I don't need adoration

or roses and proclamations

reach for my hand

scribble a note

feel my spine

kiss me

kiss me again

I don't need heavy words

I just need the simplicity of

your palm and my cheek

show me you are weak

but only with me

let me trust you not to

drop the case containing me

when the walls are flames

and the floor is fire