i touch the hair on your stomach
with long, sweeping brushes of
desire,

and i watch you watch me with
lidded eyes and breaking expectations.

"you're so soft. you're like human
velvet."

you don't push me away, and i
don't push it further than curiosity.

there's a fragile consideration between
us, and right now, while the world around
me is big colors and distortion, it's clear:

don't make me question my identity too much
and we can be friends and get high and i can
let you touch me like this when we're alone.

an: random. i was goofing around on the interwebz, and inspiration basically slapped me in the face. i ran with it.