Please keep in mind that I usually don’t write poetry. I don’t have a title for this.
I kind of want
Him
It’s a slow, subtle
Wanting
Caught in the depths
Of my throat
It is loud flirtation
But silent
Secret yearning
To feel his lips beg mine
Open
To feel his God-awful
Kiss
Hard
Long
He hugs me as we joke
[About our "relationship"]
And I wish
Please make it a hold
Tight
Forever
And it is.
He wants nothing more than
Me
And I?
I
Kind of
Want
Him.
It’s a
Slow
Subtle Wanting.
