She called me baby,
I fell apart.

Her pupils grew,
So did the sound of the beating of my heart.

The way her eyes gazed over me,
They set me into the sea of her body, to be free.

How she craddled me in her arms, I've never been held the same.

She told me that she needed me, so now for my heart she will forever hold the key.

I love it when she whispers in my ear, to tell me that she loves me, I break into bits, but I just pretend that it's funny.

I can't handle the way you play with me, like a toddler, like I don't know any better, you say I'm so silly in thinking it, but i believe i am a bother.

I love to lie my head on your chest, to hear the ocean waves rumble beneath your breath.

I always watch the desire spread throughout your face. But you never hesitate to put me in "my place".

Your lips make me feel like no other, like im flying through the sky, I am not a bluffer.

They are softer than velvet, and more beautiful than a lovely light pink rose, they make me become crazy everytime that you inch close.

You taste like poprocks and strawberry champange. And I miss eating raspberry flavored poptarts with you at 3 am.

I long for your father yelling at us to come out of your room to show him the bright purple specks I designed on your neck, we always had the best hiding spots, so to convict us never could we let.

I don't know what else is left to say, but I wish you were mine and mine to stay, we may be young and unsure in some way, but there's nothing here to stop us, except a stupid bet I made, claiming I'm "not gay".

- Ariah Christman