may 17, 2017
its especially cold for an Arizona evening.
i woke up in your bed tonight with the taste of you still on my mouth.
wrapped in the sheets that smell like you and I.
how did we get here?
three months of glances across a room.
erotic love notes prematurely written from this side of the bar.
“what have you been writing about? let me in.”
slowly but surely, lover.
too many unclean palms have touched me in my past lives to let it be that easy.
it comes with patience.
it comes with the build up of trust.
ive been giving you all of mine.
and i appreciate all of yours.