I woke up with your lips on my lips,
hips against my hips,
Eighteen and Thirty one,
was never something I planned on
The world says stop.
Don’t follow your heart,
it ain’t smart.
Sugar cane smile,
Occasional cigarette smoker,
Not one to play poker,
-You can’t stand when people cheat-
The hidden meanings in the margins
I’ve been meaning to tell you between long conversations
and quick breaths to save time for words,
That I adore the way your folds crease into spaces
Where my fingers could trace.
of you and me
but quite the thrill,
and worth the wait.