Groove Armada & that AA racerback that you love
because when you pull it off me, it’s an effortless task.
I always pair with it with the cheetah print boyshorts, they bring out
the animal in me.
Or so you say, as we playfully dance in your best friend’s guest room.
Around them, you are reserved, giving me hints through smalls flashes of smiles
& pointed words, ones that come with teeth.
But alone, just me & you, you become soft, like the chocolate that
I find in your skin.
You hate when I bite you but, I can’t help it.
I like to make you angry. Just to have you pin me down, wrestle me with kisses
that deepen with the sunrise.
You drive me home. I show up with the morning paper.
My parents ask no questions.
I don’t know if its because they could care less or the answers would unnerve them.
So we sit in silence, as I grip a mug of English tea &
think back to those summer nights,
when I was all you thought about &
we stood toe to toe, me in Steve Maddens & you in Nikes.
(Source: s0deezy, via moneymafia)