four nineteen

one - o - three a.m.
there is a dead fruit fly on the bed.
you're singing for a crowd in the living room.
the fan spills cool air over me as i watch the fish topple over one another.
i think about all those people out there enjoying you.
i think about enjoying you.

i like kissing the spot behind your ear.
i like holding just one of your fingers.
i like squeezing my legs around you.

i wonder of the next time you'll give me head.

"i like my body when it is with your body"

i like how you move my hips when i'm on top.
i like your hands on my naked skin.
i like falling asleep in your arms.

i think you're the most beautiful person i've ever met.
i love what we have made together.