Replay

 I press replay a thousand times,

On these few memories of you and I.

I transport back to the feeling of when your lips first met mine, and I dive off the deep end- 

A kaleidoscope.

I'll happily spiral up the staircase to replay the way your nectar tastes, a sweetness I am now addicted to.

Imprinted in my memory,

I'm slowing becoming addicted to all of you...

You push me down, then eat me out- as I gently tug on your beautiful curls. Your eye contact unravels me with ease.

The feeling of you on top of me, 

Me, on top of you

Us ...

At points I lose track of where my body ends and yours begins, and I revel in that bliss.

Ecstacy is where you take me, leading me gently, playfully, yet with confidence and assertion.

It's the quiet whispers at the restaurant, the hand on the small of my back at the coffee shop, the hard kisses in the parking lot- I play them on repeat. 

I often wonder, do you think of me? Do these memories made fuel you, they way they fuel me? Are you left wanting more and on the edge of your seat? 

Because I've laced my lips with mysteries and spells- dropping bits of my soul, for you to feast on. 

You slowly continue to crack open my shell, and inside you discover the depths of my Hell and the heights of my Heaven. 

Spellbound, and intrigued

Let me in, as I am letting you- I promise to hold the most fragile parts of you, with the utmost care. 

Let me see your Heaven and Hell.

I am bare, please join me.