A crush

My guts were hurting, why are the guts the ones that always suffer? my guts were melting.

I shiver, gods of earth and beyond, I shiver, when you touch I shiver and it seems I breathe the atmosphere of another planet.

How many ways are there to blossom?

Let those petals shiver, let them spread, like my legs do for someone like you.

Gods, my skin, my skin desires your touch, the angst grows so big, so big it hurts.

I like the way your beard feels against my teeth.

Your back, hills where my hands dance.

How many ways are there to blossom?

I like the taste of the back of your teeth.