Wet Dreams
To the hot men out there who are way out of my league.
From the first moment my eyes found you
I could not get my thoughts to switch.
You consumed every ounce of me
with the thoughts of how it would feel to kiss your lips.
From the first moment I saw you were true
and I was scared you would see me as a bitch.
You, with me, is where I wanted you to be
with you pushing me against the wall with your hips.
I wanted to feel your hands feel up on my chest,
I wanted to give you my very breathless best,
I wanted to feel your words whispering softly in my ear,
I wanted to feel you pull me—by the hips—in real near.
Hug me.
Kiss Me.
Squeeze me.
Show Me.
Lay me on my back,
be my savior and attack.
Tell me all the delightful lies,
about how the color twinkles in my eyes.
Get on top and make me feel some kind of way,
your name being the only word I am able to clearly say.
Whispering secrets like it was our own little refuge,
pry the emotion out of me; enabling my sweet deluge.
Kiss up my neck making me catch my breath,
the sucking being the only feeling I have left.
Leave a mark on my neck with no regret,
Baby you are the biggest threat.
Wrap me up into your thoughts,
until my old me rots
away in this reality that is hell,
you’re the only one I will tell.
But you are you and I am me,
And I would be an imbecile if I did not see,
You are you and I am me.
Your bright blue eyes never stop in its gleam,
and I am boring as it seems,
the only way I will have you is in my dreams.
(2013)
