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By darwin Date: 2005 Jan 20 Comment on this Work [[2005.01.20.13.58.32155]] |
| we dont' make out anymore. and i've wanted to since we got our new sofa. just lean over, lick my lips and tantalize you with their amazing ability. but instead, we lie on the couch at night, eat dinner, and go to bed early. and it's not that somewhere inbetween the dinner and the television shows, and occasional conversation i don't love you. but i remember when you first saw me all you wanted to do was kiss me. what happened to that instantaneous need for me? i wonder sometimes if you need me still, if your soul aches for me when my body is away from you. i know that if we aren't together, i miss you and wonder what you are doing. when your sleeping i'll watch you, your eyes quiet and closed, your breathing peaceful and slow. you're so beautiful when you sleep. i wish i could tell you how much our bodies are barriers in moments like that. those dark lashes of yours. but i still want to make out. i want to feel that sudden bolt of passion as it courses through limbs, like the first time we climbed into bed together. i want to feel how much you want me through your boxers. i want you to kiss me like a madman in some plaza in a crowded city so everyone can stare at us the crazy lovers. dance with me, in the rain, with every drop falling down our bodies and our hands tangled in each other. i don't want to feel old and married and convenient. i don't want to be a routine for you. just smile for me again, just smile and laugh at me and remind me of youth and days that left when we became responsible. |