Lover come Home

Cum on my stomach
squeeze my ankles and drown my thirsty mouth in kisses
Love, overflow.

Wrap me in your arms and squeeeezzzeeee
Tighter, 
we breath in each other,
Tighter,
No fear of smothering because between lies universes of possibility.

Know this as I snake my legs around you and pull you close.
Bite your bottom lip and hold your hair fast.

We could never begin to understand, how even when we run away, we are racing towards one another.

Let me smell your skin and play with the sweat running down your back.

Lover come home.
Find your place in my heart.

No alms required

My pussy isn’t a begging bowl.

I do no offer it open and pleading
trying to capture any affection you should choose to fill it with.

Do you imagine that later I sift through the contents while lying on the cold tiled bathroom floor?
Fingers deep in my cunt searching for something resembling love as your reckless indecision pours out white and sticky onto my thighs?

My mouth isn’t trying to hold your tongue between my teeth.
Why would I silence a voice I have pleaded to hear so many times? Do you know how much of my own blood I swallow each time I bite down on the words your actions make me fearful to say?

I do not tie your hands together with my pink rope. Neither do I shackle your feet to one place with gold bands, red silk, nor the weight of so much guilt.

I only offered water, asked for stories, and gave you the warmth of my bed to rest from your days of running.
All the while seeing the expanse of your dreams and hoping you would not cower at the sheer magnitude of my own.