fortysix

nothing would please her more
than to have his hand on her hip forever

things are fast losing importance
she's just a mass of molecules and chromosomes
x's and y's pull her together for him to touch
she wants nothing more than to wake up to his eyes;
to study his every breath; to bite his lip; to have him;
to love him

'I used to be free-spirited, now I'm just free of sleep'