You were supposed to feel like sin,
The forbidden fruit.
A sweet and delicious fall from grace.
But, instead, you feel like a looking glass,
Reflecting parts of me that I didn’t even know were there.
You wait so innocently,
Holding out your hand ready to meet me on
The other side of my boundaries.
As I drown in my uncertain desires.
See, I want you.
In the most intimate way you could possibly imagine.
I want to straddle your mind,
To watch our thoughts intertwine as the words
Spill from our mouths.
I want to make your body shudder from a distance
And to have you orbit me, as I am beginning to orbit you.
Like how Venus orbits the sun.
I want to burn in the most natural way.