Beer in hand
Tongue to kiss,
Worked to hips,
She makes me beam (this unreal beautiful girl).
I want to possess her skin with words;
I want to speak her insides— touch and taste and penetrate them.
Another candle lit with the scent of pine
Cold beer down throat a wish for warm chest
For heartbeats to listen to
A tracing of lines on skulls
Place lips to chest kiss each beat there
Leaving prints on my face I’ll never cast off
Kisses hid in skin she’ll never be rid of
For the briefest of moments, I was there
My kisses were over her heart
Like a cavity, we can never fill enough.
While I was there,
For just the briefest of moments,
I found her fingerprints, heart, and breath aimed at me.
But, the beer is still cold, at least;
The candle is bright—
Sharp with the flame
And the warmth I feel the beating of my heart
So deep and teased
All that’s left my heart and mine
With the scent of heated pine.