I have to pick underwear that will be hot to take off
while looking good on
And the holes in my jeans are
something your fingers can slip into while cuddling
Pull off my belt and press yourself against me
groaning, biting
my body warm and inviting
Your pull is grounding
Teasing me with the hands you touch souls with
a beacon of light when their lives feel hopeless
Stimulated by conversations that keep the ball rolling
I’m satisfied by the contact
sitting in your lap, speaking in paragraphs
telling me I’m better than the pictures—
Making me feel wanted
Grab my number while I redress
kiss me before I walk out the door
I told you I needed more material for my projects
and I might as well start somewhere
with new experiences, exposure of lust and connection
But when you miss me, call me over—
PaleDeerPoetry 