A Gift Unwrapped.

Tasting the cliff notes 

That sprung from your tongue 

I dive into your vowels making vows 

Grabbing vines 

From the votive of your voice

Growing heartbeats

A time bomb, ticking..

Skipping a record 

Tripping on pins and needles 

From the dead legs you make of me. 

I get weak kneed 

On the thought of you

Running through my mind

When I should have known 

Not to sprint in a marathon

When binge watching a series on us. 

When biting your lip

With that look that you give:

I play that memory with the volume up. 

Rewinding back to the moment

When you did that thing that I liked

Blushing me to pause..

To the point that I leave myself 

As a fly on your wall. 

Laughing. Blinking. Buzzing: The TV. 

The Breathing. The flicker, 

The exhale in your fuck scenes. 

Releasing a primal urge..

Raising the heat by the tone of your voice 

When watching you, 

Was all the more worth it. 

The beating increases blood. 

Lingering for your touch. 

In all of the areas of wanting you 

In the space that held this lust. 

With words, we soothe and tug,

From the couch: greeting rug,

In the room wintered windows steam 

By the tension uncovering love.