Maybe Words

I fell 

Not in love 

But 

Hard 

Nonetheless

Something else

Something 

Unexpected

Never felt it

Quite like 

This

Her lips

Her mouth 

A vehicle 

For words

But now its

Something 

Worse

Two petals

Too pink 

To do anything

But make me 

Hurt for her

She laughs

Soft 

Deep 

Somewhere 

In 

The back 

Of her throat

Like velvet 

Felt it 

Strong 

Last night

Now I 

Need it 

All

The time

We spend

Gets difficult 

To remember

She speaks 

And I hear 

What I need

She says 

Yes, please

Gives me permission

If I promise 

To be patient

Taking time 

To let her adjust

To us 

To my fingers

Tracing 

The soft skin

At her neck

And watch 

Her grit 

Her teeth 

And hold her breath

As she lets

Me continue

Down 

The sinew 

That ticks 

The pulse 

That’s quickened

As her head 

Falls back

Hair 

Cascades 

In waves

I breathe deep 

The scent of she

And pray 

That I can 

Go slow 

Hand 

Slides 

Over shoulders 

As my mouth 

Encounters 

Her throat

Her skin

Could be 

My home

Her body 

Gone 

Lax 

Consent 

Sent 

Across

The length 

Of me 

I need 

All 

Of everything

She is 

She is on edge

My bed 

Is plush 

Beneath 

The lush 

That she 

Consists

Of 

Wait 

What’s next

We’re supposed to be 

Just friends

She worries 

That lip

And I am 

Worried 

I might 

Have to have

A taste of it

Lean 

Low 

To the side

Of her creamy 

Caramel 

Cheek 

And speak

In hushed 

Tones

I know 

That you’re 

Afraid 

In a way 

I’ll never really 

Know 

But I’ll go 

Ever 

So 

Slow 

Subtle movements

So I know 

When it’s too much

She moves

Her lips

With no sound

Somehow

Saying 

The yes 

That she is 

Embarrassed to 

Admit

Half smile 

While

I submit

To her 

Quiet 

Designation 

Of me 

As more 

Than just 

A friend

Seeking 

To upend 

Her 

Natural nature

Demure 

Demeanor

Relieve her

Of shirt

And jeans 

And lacy 

Things

And marvel 

At the curves

The nerve

Of her 

To keep 

Them from me 

Finally 

Fit 

To sink 

My teeth 

Into 

This peach

Downy 

On my tongue

She 

Bit by bit

Is 

Unraveling 

Undeniably

Undone

Air filling 

Up 

Her lungs

She cries

As I 

Coax the most

Delicious death 

From her 

With this wicked 

Tongue

She comes

Hard 

Harsh 

How she speaks

My name 

A curse 

Against her teeth 

And then 

A prayer

Oh God 

Please

Fingers

Plunge 

Deep 

One hand 

Cups 

The back 

Of that thigh

High 

Full 

Firm 

Flesh 

Hot 

In this hand

I drink 

And she fails

To understand

How I manage

To make 

Constellations

Circle 

Inside her mind

She has

Lost 

Her grip 

On time

I climb 

Quick 

Back to her lips

Brush 

Tears 

From eyes 

Press

Her perfect

Breasts 

Against me 

Hold her

Gently 

Run my hands

Over her head

Down 

Her back 

I fell 

Fast 

For something 

Not love 

But 

Still I am 

Intrigued 

By her 

Am in need 

Of something 

She has

That

I can’t quite

Put my finger on 

Like a lost word

That sits

On the tip 

Of your tongue

She is something 

Waiting 

To be found

If she stays 

Then I 

Will come 

And maybe 

I’ll just stay 

To say her name

Over and over

So it’s never 

Out of reach 

I fell hard 

It’s not love 

But maybe

It might be…