He smells so good,looks like trouble in the flesh of temptation.
My man, my lover, my enemy, my brother, tall milk chocolate in all its glory full sugar it’s mine.
I claim him but unspoken. I love often told, I love him but hate him, he makes me feel good but unfortunately unaccomplished all at once.
I lay beside him, the alarms go off, it’s dark but the outline of his face I still see. His everything, from essence to soul I desire I want to devour.
I see his light and I want it to burn brighter beside me, never without me, beside the arms of another.
I used to stare at the distant star now I’m in face like what. I used to be content from afar now I’m buzzing his phone like what. I used to smile long he smile in his pages now I can’t stand to not be able to touch him, breathe the same air beside him.
We hurt one another but we danced around one another for decades. He’s mine better not a bitch marry or touch him.