all i want to do is fall between the folds of your memory, pop up in blank spaces as your day progresses. a passing thought during breakfast, the reason youre three minutes late for work…maybe even the final thought to end your day.

i want to sink into bed beside your body, wrap myself in the very essence of your being, i want to be taken over, under, any way you’ll have me. i want to experience the life that lies just beyond the tips of your fingers.

i want to lose my breath at the sight of your mouth, only to regain the oxygen being pressed into my lips from behind yours. i want to ache in all the right places for more of you, i want to indulge in a world that knows only passion, i want to be taken there behind your lead.

and i want to wake far too late into the afternoon, turn to my left and see your worn out body fragile, innocent, laying across the bed. i want to trace words into your back until you wake up and start the entire process over again.