crush I — July

PART I — July

A

Thoughts, stretching further out

Dreaming a future

with you

with you

Joyfully fanning the fire

With desires, ideas

of you

of you

Planning our wedding, I am

Enjoying my bubble of

delulu

delulu

B

You grin at me,

Just look at me —

And all my thoughts

stop.

No words, but my body talks:

Let me press into you —

Feel your electricity

arc into mine.

I want to fuck you

with my eyes

While you fuck me

with yours.

I want to fight you

with my hips

Show you who’s boss

(it can be you).

I want breakfast together — 

make a coffee,

smoke a joint,

— take me back to bed.