the places you trace

poetry is the way you straddle my thighs

and kiss me everywhere

beneath your blankets-

the way you move your mouth

as if you know my body

like the back of your hand

the way your lips glide

from my neck

to my chest

to my stomach

and back again

god,

i roll my head back

and close my eyes

and bite my lip

fuck,

reality is fading

all i feel is

the pressure of your hips

goddamn,

i'm flying

your hands are in my hair

fuck,

i feel beautiful

i feel you everywhere

i hold onto you

all through the dead of night

and finally get a good night's sleep-

being with you

is my paradise

i wish the days would keep