piss poor planning.

we have nothing in common
we don't make sense
but i look for you like bees look for flowers
i look for you the way wolves look for prey

rocky road.

it's been over a week since we last kissed
and here i am, missing the texture of your tongue
tangling its taste buds with mine.

rough draft.

i have about three different drafts of the two times we've kissed.

i can't recall the last time i felt this.

try not to become too consumed.

i can't stop thinking about your smile as you lean in to kiss me.

my mouth tastes like horchata.

every time i am reminded of the time my hands were between your legs
i get this strange sensation from head to toe
focusing on the middle

you make me so fucking wet.

or do you not think so far head?

My favorite thing is your flirty leaning on my shoulder and your smile when i told you i wasn’t going home until i kissed you.

Frank Ocean- I've Been Thinking About You

girls who are moms.

ugh, don't say cute things like that to me, you don't know how vulnerable i am.

adult things; x-rated.

i like the idea
of making you nervous