**30.8.19**
“I just need to hold you”
you say
thigh around my waist
hips an ocean apart
staring into my hair as if it will have the answer
but I need no translation
what you mean to say
is
“I just need to belong”
is
“I need something that is mine.”
I ease back into you.
“Yours.”
Wind my calves around your shins.
“Yours.”
Float my hand to the back of your head,
pulling you into my neck,
“Yours.”
You breathe shakily as I turn within your grip
which is quickly becoming a vice
my nose presses to your nose
Yours
my lips to your ear
whisper
Yours
my hands to your hands
to my chest to my stomach
Yours
your thigh to my cunt
Yours
my arms around you
all around you
this moment, baby,
these feelings,
this life.
Yours.
**4.4.19**
“Can you feel that?”
Just the head.
“Yes,” I laugh, “I can feel that.”
After we’ve come, we’re quiet enough to hear the dim music.
While you catch your breath:
“Can we stay like this?”
“Yes,” you smile, you breathe in my ear.
Your arms wrap around me.
You are a part of me.
This is what basking is—
in the sunshine
and the music
and us.
**4.5.19**
“Fuck me,” you breathe.
“I am,” I laugh.
**4.6.19**
You rush into me
as if any air between us was a sin
trying to be gentle
lessening the impact
but I’m here to catch you.
I will always catch you.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/jq6bhb/poetry_to_get_him_hot_bothered_c_2019_fm_fanyone