nights

on hours lost in bed

did you feel the swollen tastebud on the tip of my tongue?

your skin is soft, and i want to press harder, 
grab what i can, while i can
     and i wonder if the taste of you alone could be enough to sustain me?

i say i’m greedy, but really, it’s more than that -
you’re all i want, and what is time when i could kiss you longer, fuck you slower, if i pay it no mind?
     what is time when i’m so close to you?

you tell me it’s late. doesn’t our love deserve every second?
shouldn’t we be, don’t we deserve to be slow and deliberate with this thing we’ve so carefully created? 
even when it’s rough and hard and relentless,
far from the sweet nothings i coo in your ear tonight but just as tender in its own way,
       why shouldn't we take our time then, too?

did you feel the swollen tastebud on the tip of my tongue last night?

or how time stopped for us the moment your chest met mine?
creeping to a halt so i can stroke your cheek just a little while longer
     or find a new part of you to coat in me