I want to explore you.

I want to count your freckles like stars and lose track and have to start over again and again.

I want to listen to you tell me things while I move behind you and touch your neck with only my breath.

I want to bury my face in your hair and inhale…

I want to bury my face in your chest, your thighs, between your shoulder blades, and inhale.

Tonight, all I want is you and the ability to twist time and space to suit our desires.

I want to feel the coarseness of your facial hair sting and scratch the softest parts of me.

I want to feel small and safe in your hands.

I want to place M&Ms on you in the shape of our secret constellation and remove them one by one with only my mouth.

I want to know what your tongue tastes like.

Your wrists too.

I want to look past the reflection of myself in your eyes, count the colors and commit them to memory.

I want to use my nails on you, but I want to be forced to.

I want to be tangled with you and talk and talk and talk, as if our words were what kept the moon in the sky.

I want to see you smile when I do, as if your lips were attached to mine by invisible threads.

I want to see my hair mixed up with yours and invent a name for that color.

I want to see my skin next to yours and invent a name for that color too.

I want to know if I am right about the shape of your body fitting into mine just like a puzzle piece.

I want you to connect your brain to mine in the best way you know how… In that fist-clenchingly intense way that only you know of.

I want to express myself with you.

I simply want to explore you.