And just for thought...
I was curious to know the dimensions of your face.
I wanted to know how smooth your skin might be,
how your lips would feel against mine.
So I came to you on a lazy Sunday afternoon.
I wondered what lude things might lurk around your head.
It never bothered me you had no interest in return
because we both knew what we wanted.
You needed me to know how long your skin ran.
You wanted to engrave my face in your perfectly sized hands,
how my lips would taste on your tongue.
So we pretended.
We pretended to speak to each other with interest
and we pretended to care
because we both knew we had to.
Under the pale moon, you came to me.
We laid on pine straw.
You caressed my pricked skin, tasted my salty lips.
I invited you inside my warmth where I could feel you completely
because that was all I wanted.
I wanted you on that lazy afternoon and under that pale moon
but I never wanted anything more.
We pretended to care, we pretended everything
because it was the only way to get what we wanted.
At the end of the day, I'm just a girl who has been in love with writing her entire life. I am full of quirks, anxieties, fears, joys, laughter. And all I have wanted to do was give the world a smile.