In the name of intimacy

by getthebestfucktherest

I don’t mind getting naked or seeing you naked. 
I don’t mind talking about sex or having sex 
or never having sex. I don’t mind my body 
or your body with mine. I don’t mind 
your sweaty palms, your chapped lips, 
your dirty tongue. I don’t mind 
your noisy music, your crappy poetry, 
your soiled shoes and ugly handwriting. 
I don’t mind 2ams and late night 
phone calls, stolen kisses and white lies. 
I don’t mind your half-eaten donut, 
frozen teabags and sticky hair. 
I want your toothbrush’s head 
leaning towards mine. I want
your 4am back massage. 
Cup my breasts and don’t say 
they’re small. I already know that. 
Kiss me once and kiss me more. 
Pretend what we’re doing is illegal. 
It’s always good to be caught 
with our mouths tied together 
like handcuffs. Dry your cheeks 
and make me bleed. 
Crave me. 
Crave me. 
Crave me.

— irishjulienne’sin the name of intimacy